Chapter 2

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She returned home early in the morning in Chanmin is car. Now that she was alone in her room she gave herself the time to think about what happened last night. "Oh God, what did I did?" She was so over grieving for him, for her lost... or she thought she was... and after all that time... after all she went through... It took her a lot of time to accept that sometimes, some things are just not meant to be. But now she ended doing the thing she promised herself not to do again... hurting his feelings was the last thing she wanted and she knew she has done it again...

Was it worth it, her selfish self say "YES" It was like their first time together all over again, the way their bodies molded together, how they knew what the other wanted, what the other needed... As much as her rational brain has blocked their time together, her body betrayed her response to his touch, just as the first time and all the times after, she gave it all.

But now she has to make things right or as less messy as possible. She needed to put space between them, the note was the first step but knowing Taehyung  he will try to reach her.

She watched her parents is photo in her desk and her heart began to bleed again... She just lost the two most important people of her life and was going to break, again, the heart of the only man who has ever really understood her.

But as much as she wanted to give themselves the opportunity again she couldn't do that to him again, all the hateful comments, the backlash, the pressure from the media, their companies, she was silly and full of hope during that time, but one have to learn things the hard way sometimes... She knew what she did to him was awful... But how would she be able to live with herself again if something happen to him because of her... again.

She needed to think, but she was so tired that she couldn't make any coherent though, so she decided to sleep her way through the rest of the day. She needed the rest. "Things always look better after a good sleep" her mother used to tell her... A few tears escaped her eyes before she could let herself fall to sweet oblivion during her dreamless sleep.

When she woke up again it was night, it took her a time to adjust to her surroundings... She took her time in bed, just admiring the cloud pattern in her ceiling with the help of the light entering through the window. She could hear her sisters going around the apartment doing their business, someone was cooking and others were gathered around the TV watching a movie. She didn't want to face their inquiries about her night out... She was really contemplating the idea of living the rest of her life in her room with no contact with the world behind the door... It will make things so much easier.

If not for the thought that in any moment her unnies were going to barge through the door to make her eat or worst... Talk about what happened last night.

In this kind of situation was better to be in the offensive line than be on the defensive line. So she gathered her courage and decided to stand up from her bed. She went to her desk to turn on her desk lamp and that is when she noticed a box full of letters for her.

She could see they were fan letters. She smiled a little to herself, while caressing the letters on top. Her unnies must have left them there, she was not in the mood to go through all the words of comfort and support... she knew they were out of goodwill, but her heart couldn't deal with it right now. True Soshi fans have always been thoughtful and their support through time has given her courage to continue to improve and be a better lead model. She loved her fans.

She was feeling a little better, until she saw something that caught her attention, her heart stopped, and a horrible shill run down her back... "This can't be happening again, I have been so careful" she told herself as she reached with trembling hands for the very familiar white envelope engraved with her initials, and with a single red rose painted on the right corner of the envelope.

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