❝Before the moon drowns beneath the majestic clouds and the last petal of the enchanted rose falls, the Beast must learn to love and be loved in return. However, if dawn breaks in your world by the time nightfall has descended, then he shall remain...
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❝ Once upon a time, there was the sun and the moon that believed in love but the sun became the cold moon and the moon whispered goodnight forever ❞
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C H A P T E R O N E
Everything right now is content.
After all this time, his hard work alongside his cousin has paid off.
The manga that has captured the young generation's respect and love rests on a black round table accompanied by a vase of white flowers, smiling as the lit room silences. Now you might ask what kind of story could possibly gain the two author's respect and devotion unless it is inspiring.
You are going to laugh, albeit, the title, the story will leave you in a mess of emotions.
Oh, I'm so sure of this, don't even argue.
Their manga, The Castle, has finally received its devotion.
Although cliche, it has its charm and beauty from the story's respective scenes, dialogues, characters, lastly the message.
Everything seems just too perfect right now. It's hard to breathe in the oxygen he's receiving from the very attentive and considerate room. Well almost perfect.
It seems hard to believe this moment where he's standing in front of so many people, respectively his fans' attention all directed on him, quietly cheering and passing smiles to one another as they await his speech is real.
Am I even real? The co-author thinks.
The room dims and the audience has silenced. He can't open his mouth from the astonishment and happiness and just every other feeling gushing through his veins. His heart pumping is so loud in his ears, refusing to hear the roaring silence. Finally, he opens his mouth, eyes the color of sweet caramel twinkling as a smile slips across his face.
"Hello everyone, I hope this evening finds you at ease. I'm Ji Changmin, a co manga author, and a TA for dance in a college. I'm afraid my cousin, Seungah won't be accompanying me today, but she will look over me from the sky as well as everyone else here today."
Changmin pauses, feeling his throat go dry, eyes glistening from tears forming. Biting the end of his cheeks to prevent creating an emotional scene as he recalls his cousin, Seungah.
Focus, Changmin. Breathe, it's going to be okay. What would Seungah say if she was here now? The young male author tells himself and then chuckles, knowing exactly what she'd say.
"Stupid giraffe boy, you're strong as a twig."
"Is that supposed to be an insult? Because that's awfully an amazing one" and suddenly there's a proud smile on his face because he in fact is strong.
