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Dai P.O.V 🖤
Nothing in life happens without a reason whether it's good or bad. Bad things turn into lessons which in the outcome, a great thing will set forth. Love is the key to most things. Money controls the world. It is what people need and wants in order to live, take control, keep a legacy alive, or whatever people use it for nowadays. A stable peace of mind to focus and only get one thing done. People are two-faced nowadays so you can't put your trust in certain people. Only a few people can earn your trust, but your main goal is to focus on you.
Everyone's story is unique in their own way. Others may think it's a plain, boring life that you have to live and follow by. Knowing they have the ability to make choices to make their life fun or whatever they want to call it.
Dai is my given name that was passed down 17 years ago. Walking to my home of two years, I shiver from the frozen air and a frown makes its way to my face as rain begins to fall from the sky. It goes from a few splats here and there to a bunch coming down all at once.
Forgetting an umbrella, I quickly speed up my pace. It is quite a beautiful scenery to look at while walking. Purple lights light up the roads showing the Korean culture so well and precise. Hearing the cars in the background zoom and water splashing as the people speed towards their destinations. It's calming.
The background has always had a way of being able to calm me down, so I don't think twice when I slip into my thinking state. I don't even care about the rain anymore, it just becomes peaceful to me all of a sudden.
A sigh leaves my lips as I think back to how I arrived in Daegu, South Korea, only years earlier.
It was a rainy night. My mom was cooking supper and my father was holding my baby brother, Zai. I kept admiring the fact that I was happy with the current lifestyle. It was a picture-perfect family to me but that image was reversed when my grandfather came in with all of his best assassins in my remote American town.
"Dad?" My father gulped. His eyes couldn't quite meet his own kin's. "What are you doing here?"
The old man gritted his teeth, "You know why I'm here."
His brown eyes landed on my mother, who was holding Zai close to her chest. I felt my heart swell up. It was odd; I had never seen my grandfather act so angry before.
My dad closed the door in tightly and whispered, "I told you I was out. You know we made that agreement. Don't do this. Not now when-"
"Pitiful."
The sound was deafening. Something warm sprayed across my face and I cried out. My mother had three bullets in her chest, and my brother-I'd rather not recall.
"Mom...?" My voice came out shaky as I fell backward. I quickly picked myself up and rushed over to her and my brother. "No, this isn't happening-"
