A mysterious man, cold and cruel... never says a word to girls, and betrays his friends. Why?
Mei Min becomes curious and tries to pry into him for information, and she may end up resulting with more than just his answers, perhaps his love . . .
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I kept running. I went every which direction there was, eventually I had to come to a stop and catch my breath. I looked at my surroundings to see that I've lost myself in the back of the mansion outside. I walked down a pathway of pad stone, and there were lights that led to a beautiful garden.
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It was all so mysterious. I was spelled by the beauty and wonder of the garden. I don't know where I am, nor how I got here, but I was relieved. I suddenly noticed how tense I felt back there, and was glad to be away. As I ventured further into the garden, I heard a soft noise. It soon became louder and I grew curious. "Piano?" I asked myself. Was I hearing things? I followed the piano, and was hypnotized by the melody, it sounded so. . . Sad, desperate, and lonely. Who could be playing out here so painfully? I came across a wall of vines, and I gasped. The memory of my dream came back to me. There was no shadow, but the same safe feeling of the vines that the shadow had opened was back. The vision of the shadow breaking apart the vines and slipping through crossed my mind, and grew anxious as I ripped open the vines in haste. I couldn't believe my eyes. There, on a bench, playing a grand piano sat the shadow prince himself.
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He looked so focused and seemed so upset. He was hiding something from the world. His face revealed his true emotions, now that he's away from everyone.
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Almost everyone. I continued to look at him. And I felt a small pound in my heart as I analyzed his face. His skin reminded me of an angel, not a blemish in sight. His eye lids hovered, as if tired. His hair covered his forehead. I had the urge to tuck a bit behind his ear. My eyes widened when I realized my thoughts. I cussed myself out and glared at the ground with my burning cheeks. I couldn't help myself. I peered back up at him, his body moving with the music, putting in his soul. His movements were very graceful, his fingers pressed down the keys very elegantly. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Why was he so tortured? I needed to find out why. I needed answers. I took a few steps forward, but stopped. I saw tears in his eyes. Taehyung was crying. He. . . It brought pain to my heart. Pity overflowed me. And it brought even more pain, as I saw that tear run down his cheek, drip off his chin, and was immediately replaced with another. I wanted to wipe his tears. I was nearly in tears myself. How can I stop his pain? Without even knowing, I had come closer to him. I stood only a foot or two away. I came to realize that he must have noticed me by now. I couldn't be this close and him to not realize my presence. I decided to move around him. I leaned on the piano, and just listened. I was beginning to understand how much in love he was with this girl he lost. And I once again felt that pound in my heart. Could such a man exist? A man who could love someone so deeply, so passionately, that he would change himself completely? How did she capture his heart? How did she do it? The finishing notes seemed to be the last and worst lash out, he was ending the fight in his heart with a shout, a shout of anger. Then a quiet beg for help. When he finished, he looked up at me.
