In need of healing? Brew a cup of tea, watch the night sky, and get lost in this book's microcosm of worlds.
That stranger in a coffee shop,
Exes crossing paths,
he who haunts your dreams,
all in one galaxy.
Welcome to the Magic Shop!
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You roll around the cold tiles colliding with bottles of grapefruit-flavored soju along the way. Catching one before it escapes with the rest, you bring it up to your mouth and tilt it as far back as it can go. When nothing comes out, you push it away in disgust. It clatters towards the sofa, the one place in your apartment you've been trying to avoid.
That ugly grey thing. You should burn it!
Except that it belongs to your landlord, so you can't do with it as you wish. Even if its mere presence provokes you, you're powerless to do anything against it.
You useless fool!
If you see yourself the way I see you, you'll realize just how beautiful and special you are, his voice taunts you with its deceptive sweetness.
For the millionth time that week, misery floods you causing your eyes to well with tears.
"Damn Jeon Jungkook," you say. "I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!"
It's okay, noona. I like you a lot.
"Like me, my foot," you spit out. "I don't like you at all!"
As if to mock the falsehood of your words, the night you saw him last replays in your mind, putting together a montage of everything you love about him. His big, shiny eyes. The tiny scar on his check that wiggles with his easy grins. The mole beneath his lip you never got the chance to kiss. How his voice softens whenever he calls your name. All these make up a poignantly beautiful movie you can't bear to watch because doing so hurts too much.
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In the past, you find it amusing when people talk about heartbreak. Dramatic even. To what extent can a non-existent injury be debilitating? Nothing, except pride, gets hurt.
Now you realize, it doesn't matter if the organ itself doesn't get slashed to pieces. It has nothing to do with pride, either. When a heart breaks for real, it's that fragile sense of self-worth, so carefully nurtured, that shatters. The pain stems from the realization that despite all the things he claims to like about you, all the beautiful memories, and shared secrets, none are enough to make him stay. Like a novel piece of bric-a-brac at an antique shop, you catch his eye for a fleeting moment. Yet, upon closer inspection, he puts you back on the shelf --- unworthy and to be soon forgotten.
Pressing your knuckles against your lids, you whimper in drunken misery.
