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"This power only awakens in those truly angry at the world. The need for change has to be strong enough that it changes something inside of you as well,"
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BOOK 1 OF "The Need For Change" TRILOGY
WARNI...
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"Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair."
March 2020
All Chan could hear at that moment was the roar of his motorcycle and his thoughts desperately grasping onto any sort of hope they could find from this. Chan's been driving for hours in the tunnels, watching people come out of their rooms when he neared the city and eyeing him wearily, unsure of who he was until they saw the name on the back of his jacket. It had been a very long time since Chan had shown himself to their people, but he couldn't bring himself to care so much when he had much more important things to worry about. Chan's top priority was getting to the master library and translating this god damn hell journal so they could find the artifact and move on with their lives.
But that wasn't the only thing on Chan's mind. Going back to Changbin's hometown isn't... isn't exactly pleasurable. Chan found anger bubbling in his chest the closer he got, and the more people he saw that he knew were an important part of Changbin's life but only fucked him over in the end. "Excuse me?" Chan whirled around on the sidewalk, cars honking all around him and people huffing and scoffing when he just stopped moving in the middle of the pathway. Behind him was a black haired girl, and Chan tried his best to keep his expression neutral. Dahyun was a fantastic example of this.
"Yes?" Chan breathed, tapping his feet against the ground impatiently. He didn't have time for this right now.
"You're with Changbin right?" Dahyun cocked her head to the side, a natural pout to her lips and despite how angry she made Chan just by existing in the same space as him, he respected the brave stubbornness Dahyun held in her eyes. But Chan remained quiet, fearful that he might say something he really shouldn't. Dahyun caught on pretty quickly. "It's okay, you don't have to answer..." And then it was quiet and Chan grew more and more irritable the longer she held him there.
"Was there something you needed?" Dahyun flinched at his ice-cold tone.
She took in a heavy breath before she spoke. "Can you tell him that I'm sorry?" Chan simply nodded and attempted to walk away, but the last thing he expected was for this woman to reach out and grab his wrist to keep Chan from going any further. Chan had to hold himself back, had to hold his anger back. "Am I ever going to see him again?"
Chan wanted to tell her no, spit in her face and tell her that she didn't deserve to ever see that precious man again, but that wouldn't be fair to any of them. Chan did not control Changbin, no one controlled Changbin. Additionally, Chan knew Changbin, and he knew that Changbin wasn't actually angry at Dahyun. Just disappointed. Not that that was any better. "It's not my place to decide that. If he wants to see you again, he will," Chan uttered, her grip slipping away from his wrist and allowing him to walk away. That seemed to be just enough for her to let it go and let Chan carry on with his business.
