Rewrite the Stars (DISCONTINUED)

PROLOGUE

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This is all my fault. This is all my fault.

She was drowning in the same phrase for years, so long that she was already numb and she already reached the darkest pit and still continues to fall.

This is all my fault.

That same phrase again.

She thought that her life is a dry well, sucked to the last drop but it seems not the case as a tear fell from her eyes.

I'm sorry.

Watching from a distance, hearing the melodic tune of the bridal march, seeing the man she loved.

Her ex husband

Walk down the aisle smiling at his new found love, was enough to crush her heart and soul once again to bits.

Her gaze diverted to the farthest table near the platform, seeing her son with her in laws.

Her former in laws.

He was watching his father walk down the aisle with his soon to be step mother, innocently.

He doesn't know that he's going to be living a new life with a new mother. He's just three years old.

Will he even remember her? His biological mother?

She whom was the happiest when she came to know that she's pregnant? She who shed tears of joy upon his birth?

She was fully aware that she lacked both as a mother and a wife, but is chasing for her dreams a crime?

She got married and pregnant at the young age of 18. She was at her prime age, when everything started to unfold.

She loved him, she truly did and she was also happy to have her son. But she wasn't prepared for shouldering the sudden responsibility thrown out to her.

And so little by little she didn't notice her husband and her son slowly drifting away from her as she chase her dreams to become one of the most known ballerina in Korea.

And so after a few years she saw herself going to court and signing her divorce papers and even lose the battle of custody with her son. On top of that she badly injured her ankles and torn her ligaments and she can't go on stages for months, or maybe even years.

She was stripped bare, everything she had was taken away from her.

And after 8 months of divorce, she's now here watching from a distance seeing the man she loves marry another woman.

Her heart was clenching when she realized that he was already meeting her behind her back when they were still married.

Things are not doing good in their marriage but is that enough reason for him to cheat on her? Can't he wait until the divorce? Can't he even have an ounce of respect for her? Even if its not as his wife, but at least as a woman?

Seeing their lips mold into one, she had enough. She secretly slipped out of the wedding hall and pitifully exited.

She was walking down the cold streets of Seoul. Not minding the countless shoulders she's bumping onto.

What will she do now? She lost everything.

No one in the industry wants to take back a swan with broken wings, the man who swore his love for her swore to another woman today. The ray of sunshine her son gives was changed to melancholy.

Her parents are both gone, the only place she can go to is her aunt's but she doesn't want to be a burden. Clothing, feeding and raising her for a decade is enough.

She's basically a body without mind, heart and soul.

Another tear was shed before a blinding light and a loud screeching sound was heard and she felt a strong impact coming in contact with her body, she can feel her bones being crushed and she can hear the loud screams of the bystanders.

Rolling on the cold ground with warm blood oozing out of her body a small smile grazed her lips.

Is this the end?

She saw how the frantic people around circled around her frail body, their screams and panic on wanting to save her life.

She blinked her eyes slowly, feeling the tinge of happiness and sadness.

Oh how ironic it is to feel happy with strangers concern. But it was also a slap of reality, she got not one to care for her now, not one to worry about her.

The first snow rained from the sky, as if it was the sky's way of sympathizing with her.

She can slowly feel her consciousness leaving her body.

Please, I don't want this to be the end.

But now matter how she wished, she knows this is her futile end.

If I can only turn back time.