You are quite like a wilted flower,
neglected,
dried out,
and crumbled into pieces.
But, why did you still catch my attention with that beyond-belief beauty of yours?
All you need is a little love to bloom,
a little care to grow colorful,
and a litt...
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XXXVII: Wilted Flower
In the Eye of the Storm | A fleeting calm amid turmoil, where, even in a quiet moment, the threat of chaos looms just beyond reach.
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A comfortable silence wrapped around them as raindrops pattered against the window, casting a soothing rhythm that seemed to lull even the night sky into peace.
Minho lay nestled under the blanket, his face pressed against Iris's chest, seeking warmth and comfort. His strong arms wrapped around her protectively, as if holding her close might keep their world safe from further harm.
Iris gently stroked his hair, her fingers gliding through the dark strands, though her thoughts drifted restlessly.
The recent chaos had quieted, the library staff confirmed she'd been with Minho, lifting the police's suspicions and granting them a reprieve from prying questions. But still, an unsettled feeling lingered, like shadows hidden in the corners of her mind.
"I just don't get it," Minho murmured, his voice muffled against her. "Why would anyone do this to us?"
A heavy sigh escaped her lips. She wanted to make sense of it, too. But no clear answers came, only the restless quiet of the night.
"I don't know, Minho," she replied softly, pressing her lips against his hair, offering what little comfort she could.
Another silence filled the room, stretching between them, punctuated only by the gentle patter of rain. Iris closed her eyes, letting the sound settle over her like a balm, a momentary escape from all the unanswered questions.
But then, Minho stirred, lifting his head to meet her gaze. His eyes held a glimmer of worry mixed with determination.
"Iris...this might sound crazy, but just hear me out first."
She raised her brow, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "I'm listening," she replied, pressing a reassuring kiss to his forehead.
"I noticed something strange when I was watching the CCTV footage at the police station," he began, hesitating. "The girl...she had no shadow. Isn't that strange?"
