Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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One might think that his gentleness was his nature. But it was not.
- Memory Journal: The Merchant page 4 –
With the darkness comes light, expanding the cosmos of her void, and pulling her to a familiar scene, there, she stands on the same spot with the same people whose faces are itched eternally in her brain. Their smiles... Their crinkling eyes with unadulterated happiness... completely unaware of what will they become...
It's the same day five years ago... More approximately five years and 3 days ago.
That afternoon in Germany with her appa, her papa, and her sweet sweet sister, Eunji. Seeing them makes her want to cry... She wants to hug them close and tell them how she misses them so badly.
But she can't.
She is merely existing as an expectator, nothing but a consciousness stucked within her own body... heart leaping with joy, the same as the three... with no clue, what so ever, on what to come.
It's like reliving the same moment. More likely watching. But even with the dread of knowing what will happen, she's only afloat, allowing the same feeling of intoxicating joy.
For what had been done had been done and nothing could change it anymore...
"I'll drive!" A giggling announcement followed by snatching the car key from her fathers' fingers. A mission easily done. An eruption of more bubbling giggles.
"Look Carl. How can I say no to our dearest doll?" Her appa laughs, loud and proud.
Another laugh answers.
"Let Sisi be dad. Please." Her little sister cutely begs, puppy eyes and pouting. "This will be fun."
"Just take it easy."
A warning she always listen. She's always careful. She takes life as careful as she can be... not because of all those previous losts but because in this life, she can see a difference she wants to embrace. But the breaks breaks, if that even make sense. Not their car. Not their fathers' car. It was perfectly fine hours ago.
She must be hallucinating.
Amidst the song she and her sister sings, she coldly sweats. Chest, heaving. Smile, gone. The lyrics of the song perches on her drying throat. Slowly prickling. The melody is difficult to immolate. She can't sing any longer.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
She shouldn't panic. But one look from the rearview and they already understand.
"Stop the car."
"I-I c-can't appa." She trembles, voice waving with fear and doubt. But internally she knows. She just refuses to admit it.
