*Gu Song bin* A typical nerd. Introvert. But talks too much when at ease.
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When the heroine meets her dashing high school crush, five years after, she could nothing but allow her heart beat erratically. Her subconscious whisper yells continuou...
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Tinker Bell.
Peter's everything.
Being his crime partner, admirer, best friend and most of all with her indomitable love for Peter, I kind of think she deserves the title 'soulmate of Peter'.
Then, from the extent of saving his life to the level of sacrificing hers.
But hey, ignore the part where everyone believes she's just another evil fairy. In my opinion, the scene was quite created to do justice to Wendy's character. I don't accept that loving someone selflessly beyond limits is half as painful as unrequited love.
Even after knowing they would never be yours.
Even after knowing you can never earn a look from them in that way.
The precise word for that kind of pain is 'unbearable'.
Despite, the betrayal in his words, breaking all norms of friendship, she still gave her heart to him. So, what poor Tink went through was not at all easy.
And wouldn't her minute heart tear into pieces, when only fragments of torn emotions remain in the hearts of us humans; a ten times bigger than that of a fairy's?
Playing the role of Tink in your story is like breaking bones, repairing them and breaking them again.
They say, with time, you'll eventually get over one-sided love.
By that, they mean to shoot your puppy.
Realizing the person of your dreams might never love you, but you still fantasize about them. And the worst part is the feeling itself is so relieving.
Seeing them smile at another girl, and your emotional pain intensifies.
Especially, when your faithful enemy; brain, admits the fact, she's a hundred times prettier than you. By hundred times, I mean a huge contrast. Just like how the guy who put forward the nuclear theory of atom, compared the atom with the nucleus.
I'm the nucleus here, you know. More appropriate to say my prettiness.
Living with the gut-wrenching feeling for the rest of my life was not all I wanted to do.
So, I walked to the alternative.
There were only a few ways to heal the blade cut with no blood. Apparently no blood, but the inner bleeding was like you wouldn't believe.
My brain had never left me alone. Nor had my heart, until I chose to run out of my country.
The idea seemed much better than giving place to the butterflies to soar.
