i didn't see her the next day, nor the day after that. and i'm pretty sure that what i saw was just a figure of my imagination. come to think of it, why the hell would she be in seoul right now? and even inside my university, for fate's sake (pun intended).
i haven't paid attention to that until this one recital in the university the next week where we were obliged to watch as a guest was going to play. and my sister-- chaeyoung, was lucky enough to reserve some seats on the very front of the auditorium for a better view.
the next thing i knew, mina was there, at the stage-- but she wasn't dancing this time; she was playing a cello.
she sat there, a classy instrument between her, her eyes were closed as she plays every single note. the only thing i noticed was that the lights were a little dim, and my heart was pounding so much like it has never before.//
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2. white rose 》jeongmi
KurzgeschichtenThis is a sequel. Please do not read without reading the first part of the story. First Part is titled "Black Swan".
