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Chapter 3: Pluviophile

|Pluviophile|

(Noun) - A lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days

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•Seoul, Korea•

(9 years ago)

Seulgi loved the rain.

When her limbs ached and groaned in protest after a long, tedious day of swaying her body to the beat of the music or when she observed the other trainees and noticed how they were much more beautiful and talented than her, she would turn to the weather for comfort. Once the large pillows of clouds had turned a mundane shade of grey and showers of rain began falling from the heavens, her melancholy and exhaustion would be washed away by the droplets of rain hitting her frame with a pitter-patter sound. The cooling zephyr caressing her flushed cheeks in the midst of the drizzle was always welcomed after she had finished her daily routine of dancing vigorously.

She particularly loved the soothing scent of petrichor whenever she stepped out of the dormitories to get herself a cup of coffee so that she could get through the day after burning the midnight oil as she practised her dance steps over and over again.

The rain was like a temporary magic spell that cast her doubts away. Sadly, after the sky had cleared up and the glaring bright beams of sunlight burst through the crevices between the clouds, the inner peace she felt earlier on disappeared along with the enchanting atmosphere the rain had created. Her dark thoughts, which had retreated into a corner of her mind while it rained, resurfaced again.

She had auditioned to become a trainee in SM Entertainment a few years ago despite her parents strongly reproaching her line of career. Combined with the severe lack of sleep, being starved to the brink of death, her homesickness and having been weighed down by the stress that her idol group was going to debut in a few weeks, Seulgi was slowly but surely spiralling down into depression after a long period of pent-up negative emotions. Regardless of the time she spent toiling in the training room trying to perfect her choreography, she could never be satisfied with herself. Her bandmates were all exotic beauties with svelte, curvy figures, honey-sweet voices and were all naturals when it came to dancing. She felt that she could not even compare to them with her plain brown hair, monolid eyes, average stature and her awkward fumbles when it came to complicated twists and turns that everyone else but her had managed to execute.

Mirrors were her greatest enemies. Every single imperfection stared right back at her tauntingly. Blood flowing down the cracks of the shattered mirror became a norm whenever the brunette reached her limit and took it out on her own reflection. Hence, her fists were always bruised and bandaged. No one questioned why. No one asked her how she was feeling. No one saved her when she was drowning in an endless pit of her insecurities. The rain was the only thing she could turn to for consolation. Even then, she eventually grew numb to the pearls of water stroking her face tenderly.

Seulgi loved the rain.

It was only fitting that the sky cried for her on the day of her funeral.