BASICALLY THE PROLOGUE~ (this gives me depression omfg the romanized korean-)
IWILL FIX MY MISTAKES AFJDFSDF
HYUN:
Her lips parted to allow the amber liquid to spill into her mouth. She sat at the top of an abandoned factory, her legs dangling dangerously off the edge. She scanned the landscape, wincing at the sharp taste of her alcohol.
The stars shined, before getting covered by a passing cloud. A cold breeze blew by, sending shivers down Hyun's spine.
She mutters words, beneath her hoarse breaths, almost in a mimicking tone, taking another harsh swig. A burst of anger flew through her, making her scream. The beer she had yet to swallow bled from her mouth, as she threw the bottle as hard as she could. "I tried... my best.. to for...get you." She tried in English, smiling at the language she seemed to master.
Her head felt dizzy, her throat burned, and she didn't even notice the tears streaming down her cheeks. "I miss you guys." Hyun lifts herself up, stumbling down the many crumbling flights of stairs.
She made her way home, shuffling her feet along the concrete path. She chuckled to herself, sniffling. "You hate him. You hate him, Hyun. You ended things out of confusion of your feelings, you hate him." Hyun kicked a stone, glaring at the ground. Her chest hurt, out of the memories of him. She looked up at the sky slowing her pace. "I hate them all." She whispers, stopping completely. The wind blew again, blowing her hair around everywhere.
Hyun ended up finding her way back inside her broken home, to see her mother asleep on the kitchen table, papers from her work and funeral arrangements spread everywhere. Hyun sighs, grabbing a blanket and lied it across her mother. "I love you, mum."
The woman stirs slightly, re-positioning her head to show her stressed appearance. Hyun pauses for a second, but shakes her head and walks up to her room. She ripped her jacket off, throwing it across the room. She kicked her loosely tied boots off, then took her jeans off, falling on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, the glowing stars that she never got around to removing from when she was younger.
Hyun reached over, lightly pressing the play button on her radio, letting the sounds of her calm music flow through the air. "Stay." She whispered, before losing consciousness at 3:56am.
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STIGMA || k.th
Fanfictionstigma ˈstɪɡmə/ noun a mark of disgrace associated with a particular circumstance, quality, or person. ______________________________________________________________________ in which he saves the girl drowning in the stigma, but has to pay the price...
