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From as long as Jeongguk can remember he always use to think that the reason why he could never find himself to fill any blank page with words, a canvas with Colors and life without regrets was because he was malfunctioned.
he thought that he was a toy that was broken, long forgotten underneath the bed of a child.
he thought of himself as a guitar without any strings waiting to find the perfect melody to fit the chaos that took place inside his head.
but things have changed...yet somehow he's still the same piece of a broken record.
he keeps running away from his past without knowing for how long he'll last before his legs gave out.
"You know ever since I was a teen I always wanted to share the darkest of my secrets with a stranger....isn't that fascinating? you don't know them and they don't know you yet they will learn everything about you without having a clue who they are talking to and you'll move on with your life without crossing paths again " Jeongguk found himself saying after a long silence.
"Then let me be that stranger." the boy whispered with a gleam of trust in his beautiful dark eyes.
"Where can I start from? I don't know from where I can begin with cause truth be told I have always been stuck in the middle of nowhere, the people around me considered it as their job to treat me like I was a nobody....sometimes I think god has painted me with invisible ink."
"Well that's a bold statement to make, saying that you are painted by invisible ink." Jeongguk could feel his eyes on the side of his face. studying him curiously as if jeongguk was a mystery that he craved to solve.
but that's all he ever was to everyone, just a mystery but for the first time he found someone who actually wanted to solve him.
