C o l d

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Draft: 03/04/18 02:44
Published: 03/04/18 20:12

⚠️ ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️
MENTIONS OF SUICIDE.
PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION
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'You're dead. But I can still hear your laughter bounce off the walls of this house. I...I miss you,'
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Plenty of people who knew the Kang couple have said that they shouldn't have had a child.

They shouldn't with their schedule. They're constantly busy and hardworking on projects. They know this yet they chose to have a child.

This child instantly was a bundle of joy, swaddled up in cloths of white and pink, her brown eyes swirling with joy and happiness. The nurses and couples who saw the baby instantly gazed at her with gentleness and happiness, happy for the parents who bore such a beautiful girl.

But the women and men who knew the couple all too well gazed at the baby with pity and sadness, already knowing the horrible life she will have.

And they were right.

She was always abandoned in their mansion. She was always alone with Miss Ivy, a woman who moved from France and moved to Korea to work as a maid. She was always alone. They never were there for here. When it was Christmas, they weren't there. If it were her birthday, they weren't there. If it was there birthdays, they weren't there.

The bundle of joy that she used to be soon morphed into a girl of sadness.

The couple moved to Seoul so they wouldn't have to travel so much in an effort to be able to have more time for Jiae. Their effort backfired on them since, because they were more closer to their work, they were called in for much more different things then when they were in Busan.

Jiae slowly lost hope.

She was only eight when she walked into her new classroom. It was loud, messy, and chaotic.

But he wasn't.

He was calm and quiet. He was silently drawing in the corner of the class, not bothering with the chatter boxes and the obnoxious twats that were screaming their heads off. He was sensible and...lonely.

He reminded her of herself.

A girl who kept to herself and only talked to Miss Ivy, the kind blonde head who loved her to bits. A girl who played with herself and pretended that her parents were talking to her, loving her like parents should. A girl who was...lonely.

She wanted to be friends with him.

But he kept on hitting her, punching her, pushing her away from himself until she broke and got tore in half. She was mentally torn and beaten, her will power gone pieces smashed through, some of them protruding and stabbing her. She accepted the fact that he hated her. She accepted the fact that he didn't want a friend. She accepted the fact that he just wanted to be left alone.

Until he came rubbing back, repeatedly saying sorry, as if he did something wrong which he did.

And ever since then they were inseparable.

They would draw together, be partners together, read together, laugh together, cry together.

Eventually Jina joined in. She was bored with the other kids and joined them. At the time she was a happy and funny girl, kind and sweet. They were the three musketeers. They were the three blind mice! They were unstoppable.