epilogue
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HE picks up the figurine of him, made perfectly by skilled hands to replicate him.
he smiled, just a little, knowing that you had sculpted it for him, and he know held the fruit of your hard labor in his hands.
it was always so refreshing, to see the artful piece of work in his hand. he treated it like gold, so precious.
"gguk, look at my figurine! i look soooo cute!" squeals his 'wife'. her voice is high-pitched and shrill, so unlike the calm rumble of your voice. did you know that his parents arranged him with this stupid girl? he hated her, and only wanted you.
"don't call me that," he growls, and turns away.
he bites into the figurine.
it is salty
from the salt of her tears.
+ END
YOU ARE READING
THE SALT OF HER TEARS.
Fanfiction❝ he could taste the salt of her tears. ❞ 【 jeon jeongguk short story 】 ✓ completed ° ©himisake 2019
