3 Ways

Chorong's Ordeal

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"Coffee never tasted so good," Victoria commented the next morning.

"You going to class today?" Chorong walked in.

"What do you take me for?"

Chorong shrugged, "Who would have thought that Miss Straight A skips every so often."

"It was a day off."

"For you cause you skipped." Chorong sat down at the table.

"You think she gonna be ok?" Victoria gestured her head toward the second floor.

"To be honest, no," Chorong replied. "I don't think she will ever be ok. He really broke her heart."

Victoria turned off the stove and told, "Why don't you go wake her up? See if she wants to eat?"

"I doubt she will, but I'll go try," Chorong said in a sing song voice before standing and left the kitchen.

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Namjoo hadn't slept last night even when her sisters had tucked her in and turned the lights out for her. Part of her felt dead...no, most of her did. She couldn't find a will or a reason to keep on. Nothing was important if Luhan wasn't there.

She was nothing, but a thing – a solid being. There was no soul and no light in her. Namjoo was just a grain of sand alive, an empty shell. There was nothing she wanted. She was just there.

When she stood in the shower that morning she wanted to cry again. Every little memory and thought of Luhan killed her again and again paining her even more than the first thought.

"You're capable. You've always been strong. You can keep moving forward and fight with your sisters. My Namjoo is that kind of person."

It was burdening, but even so Namjoo did want to do her best because Luhan had said so. And she would pull her life together first before all else would fail.

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"Namjoo?" Chorong knocked on Namjoo's door, but no one replied. "Are you still sleeping?"

Chorong knocked again before she turned around when the bathroom door opened. She was caught by surprise when Namjoo walked out dressed for the day.

"You're...up?" Chorong asked.

Namjoo blinked at her with her eyes still partially swollen.

"Where are you going?"

Namjoo walked by and opened her door, "Find a job."

"A job?" Chorong repeated walking in after her.

Namjoo opened the lid of her bucket and tossed her clothes in, "The one Changmin offered."

"What!?" Chorong raised her voice before shaking her head and asked more calmly, "What job?" She shook her head again and said, "You're looking for a job?"

"I'm out of college, I should do something," Namjoo walked over to her mirror to comb her hair.

Chorong stared at her wide eyed before swerving around and headed downstairs. When she reached the stairs she literally started at a run until she entered the kitchen.

"Whoa! Something big is happening!" Chorong shouted.

Victoria turned around from the stove surprised. "What? What? What?"

"Namjoo's dressed up and ready to look for a job," Chorong answered.

"What?"

"I know," Chorong walked in, "shouldn't she still be in bed sleeping and still crying?"