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Carrying a big secret on her shoulders once she mistakenly sets her foot on South Korea, Lee Eunjin can't do anything but to accept the reality that the world sent her there not to hide, but to cover up a petty rumor and torture herself by becom...
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| chapter 3: a promise to be kept
|| Lianna ||
ALL along, I thought living alone was the coolest, most awesome and swaggiest thing an eighteen-year old could do since freedom was already handed out to you, just like what every normal adult has. But in my case, it was hell. You know that feeling when you come to a war unprepared, and then you just randomly pull out your sword because you know that that is the only weapon you've got which could probably protect you from your raging opponent on the other side? And somehow you'd think: Hey, maybe this sword could lessen the chances of their sword piercing through my hardly-made armor, aye?
But then, suddenly, out of nowhere, you'd realize your enemy is already running towards your troupe as fast as they can and you've perfectly seen how their eyes glimmer a certain feeling of determination of getting you killed. And that's when your will to fight vanishes. Completely. Because in a split second, you happen to find yourself quickly running away, leaving all the expectations you've set for yourself behind, even the poor sword, and regret that you've entered the battle in the first place. Experienced that? No? Yes? Whatever, that's the most accurate representation of what I'm going through right now.
Joke, no. I shall not regret this. Stop thinking about this, Lianna.
"Shit, what do I do next?" I sighed for the nth time, contemplating what I'd do after this whole "escapade" I've made. I lay in bed, arms covering my eyes as I think of several ways on how to put my life into a direction. A direction that would somehow prove to my family that I can be alone. That I can live my life however I want to.
"Great, how are you going to do that, then?" I mumbled to myself as I stood up and decided to call my secretary to ask how I wreaked havoc back in my country.
And by the way, yes. I have a secretary. But having a secretary is more than just something I'd flaunt to others. Coming to think of it, I never actually told anyone I had one. Want to know why? Because having one is not some kind of proof I want to show to other people that I am rich. It is not for everyone to know that I lived my whole life under the supervision of a person hired by my parents, when in fact my parents should be the ones looking out for me. Ironic, isn't it? Nevertheless, my secretary is more than just a "person-hired-by-my-parents". She is my best friend.
And it's just so lonely to think that a rich person like me can have everything she wants, but can't have a mere best friend in line with her age to be with her. Again, ironic isn't it?
"Hello?" the voice I grew up listening to sounded on the other line.
"Ms. Lee?" I replied back, expecting either a scold or a screech. However, the latter is what I'm expecting more.
