꧁ 𝓐𝓶𝒆𝓼 𝒆𝓷 𝓹𝒆𝓲𝓷𝒆 ꧂
His intoxicating kisses
Helped her to forget
Better than any alcohol
The pain of her grieving heart.
Addictive,
She took possession of his mind
Faster than any drug
Ever did.
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—You made me so ashamed today... I can't believe you're the daughter of one of Japan's top figure skaters.
On the verge of tears, Hana struggled to breathe properly.
—But I finished second, she squeaked in a small voice. That's... pretty good for a first competition, isn't it?
—No, you're kidding me, laughed Ha-Yoon Hoshino, looking at her daughter as if seeing her for the first time. You're not just settling for this place, are you? After all those hours of private lessons we paid for with the best trainers in the country? We're in the throes of delirium.
In her hands, the silver medal that had made her smile now had the weight of defeat, heavy and bitter.
—I can't believe you'd think that, continued her mother in a harsh tone. You've made so many mistakes in your program, it's hard to believe.
In an unexpected attempt to get some support from her father, the little girl timidly turned her gaze to his, but to no avail. She came up against an icy wall of disappointment so palpable that her throat knotted even tighter than she thought possible. Breathing in became painful.
—What a waste, Yuki Hoshino said simply before pinching the bridge of his nose.
—We're very disappointed in you, added Ha-Yoon. There's really nothing to be proud of in your performance, Hana.
Her eyes blurred with tears, but that didn't stop her from seeing the emotions distorting her parents' features. Disgust. Anger. Disappointment. The eight-year-old girl couldn't tell which of these emotions was predominant, but what she did know was that she was solely responsible for all this.
—I thought she was finally mature enough to take competitions seriously, Ha-Yoon mumbled in Korean - her mother tongue - as if her daughter couldn't understand her. We had to sacrifice so much for her, and this is how she grant us ?
The adult began nervously biting her thumbnail, her lip trembling with rage. She began pacing up and down the family room, torn between laughter bordering on hysteria and the irresistible urge to start screaming. Yet her voice remained perfectly controlled when she addressed Hana again, which made her even more frightening.
—Compared to that girl, you'd think she'd never put on skates in your life.
Every word that burst from her mother's mouth resonated within Hana with unheard violence, redoubling her silent sobs. Hot tears began to roll down her cheeks.
But with her eyes brimming with dull anger, the adult remained stoic despite her cries, as if they were only confirmation of her obvious weakness.
—This girl didn't even have to try hard for victory, hissed her mother, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. I hope you realize that, Hana.
