➥ LOOKISM
Her story began with tragedy - a figure skater's life cruelly taken at a young age. But in an unexpected twist, 'Fate' granted her a second chance, a new life in the world of 'Lookism'.
Little did she know, this fresh start would bring t...
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↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ — play the song while reading —
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ❝..There was something 'bout you that now I can't remember It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender...❞ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
"Miss faith...."
"I'm scared.."
Although the said woman knew the possible reasons for that information. She was confused as to why the young lady was sobbing in a corner for about half an hour now.
❝..Why is that, dear?..❞
Y/N's cheeks were an undeniable giveaway—rosy and puffy, as tears streamed down her face, no matter how hard she tried to wipe them away. It was as if some invisible force had broken the dam of emotions within her, and they gushed forth, relentless and unapologetic. Confusion mingled with the tears as she tried to make sense of this sudden outburst.
She didn't know why she was feeling like this, even herself was confused about her sudden emotions messing around her head.
Y/N's heart clenched in her chest as the ominous feeling washed over her again—that undeniable sensation that something terrible was lurking just around the corner. The thought sent a shiver down her spine and a tight knot forming in her stomach.
Her mind raced, searching for a reason, a clue, anything to explain the impending sense of doom that seemed to whisper through the very air she breathed.
"I..i don't know.." Y/N's voice quivered as she spoke, stammering through the words, "I-I don't know..." The words hung in the air, heavy and laden with confusion and fear. She exhaled shakily, trying to compose herself and gain control over her breathing.
Her eyes darted around the room, Just realizing that she had been breaking down here for almost a whole hour.
She had no idea what the others were up to, she didn't want to interpret because she knows she can't do anything more about that.
❝...Do you..have a plan? A solution for the hostel's problem?...❞
Despite the pain that intensified as she contemplated Heather and Eli's situation, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that she had to act. The problem loomed like a storm cloud on the horizon, gathering strength and threatening to burst at any moment.
But uncertainty seized her. When should she intervene? How should she begin? And how would it all end? Questions swirled in her mind like a maelstrom, each one more daunting than the last.
"I have a plan," she murmured, the words carrying a weight that seemed to hang in the air.
"But it might have far-reaching consequences," she confessed, her voice laced with a mixture of determination and hesitation.
