Not JUST sisters(Moonsun)

31

Chapter 31: I'll give you time.

Yongsun's POV

It's the same as every single day. Cooking for Moonbyul, cleaning up for Moonbyul, doing the laundry for Moonbyul, everything has been going on like that as if the days were just copied and pasted and it is not normal for me to live like this in this now terrifying safe house. I don't find this comfortable or convenient for me anymore. I want to at least be free like how I used to be before ending up trapped in this safe house. I'm tired of staying here; it now feels like hell.

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It is early in the morning and I didn't get enough sleep. The sun's rising and I am not looking forward to this day or any other day after this; I just want to go home honestly, but I'm too afraid to face my aunt because she'll definitely kill me. I know she's worried sick for me and she misses me and I do too, but I don't think I can face her for now, not after I vanished for about two and a half years! Geez, I need to think about this thoroughly before appearing right in front of her like a snap.

I stood up on the comfy bed starting to wonder why I haven't gotten much sleep even though I have the softest mattress in this house. Eh, maybe it's those thoughts that are bothering me again. I'm getting quite used to the bothering of the thoughts, honestly. I know it's bad to get used to this but I can't do anything about it if it's always right there in my head.

I walk to the bathroom to wash myself up and to be ready for the most boring ass day that's coming ahead of me! It's not a surprise anymore; it actually feels so normal that I don't complain about how boring it is all the time, which I know wouldn't be a pain to Moonbyul.

My reflection on the mirror can tell you how much two years have changed me without doing anything on my hair or my body. My hair obviously had almost faded it's blond dyed hair and turned to black in a couple of those years. My hair grew longer that it reaches almost my bottom and I desperately want to cut it short but no one in this house is skilled to be a hairdresser. I have gained a little weight but I'm working on keeping my body shape the way it was before ending up in here. There is no gym equipment around this house that is why I failed to keep my body shape the way it was before, but I just got lazy and didn't care about my body that is why I am now like this.

After washing up which took me four minutes to do, I went downstairs to be able to cook Moonbyul and I some breakfast. As soon as I reached the kitchen, there was a waste of coffee pack laying around the counter table. Maybe Moonbyul made her own coffee before I could have done it myself. She must've stayed awake the whole night again. I'm getting more worried if she wouldn't listen to me to at least take some rest. She's eating well because we eat together, but I am not sure about her sleep. She always stays in that office that I have no idea about what's going on in there.

I decided to cook later. I must've woken up really early. Jesus Christ, it's just four in the morning. I guess I should take some coffee and drink it by the terrace. Its been a while since I have been there; I definitely miss having breakfast with Moonbyul on the terrace. I miss every moment we had before she locked herself inside her office.

I miss her, honestly.

Just her, herself . . . It is her what I miss so much, but I can't do anything to bring back time, and what I can't do is to love her.

Both of us have been going through a lot and I know that for sure. Why would she be locking herself in that office if she wouldn't be going through something? Perhaps, it must be her real mom or maybe something else? Why would we be here in the first place? Because anonymous people were chasing us and we are trying to get the answer to all this. I am also here to find my abducted mom by some strangers taking her away in front of me. How horrible that memory was . . .