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Jinae/Jieun's Viewpoint.

He gulped as he stared at me. My fingers slowly travel down to his hand. I eye the ring that rested on his left ring finger. Gliding it out, I stare at it. Smirking at him, I lick my lower lip sensually.

"Fake shit can fuck itself." With that, I flick it off and it landed somewhere in the corner of the room. He didn't care about the ring nor did I as we stared at each other with lust-filled eyes. I saw how he glanced at my lips while biting his own lip. The number of ideas that went on through our head reflected in our gazes.

At a menacingly slow pace, I pull up his sleeve not breaking the stare. Intentionally, I leaned in towards him till our faces were inches apart. Just when our lips could touch, I got up from his lap. I stare at the bluish-black mark at the crook of his neck, again feeling proud of its eminence on his skin. He watched as I further step away from him. I could see his fisted hand, gripping onto the blanket, and an obvious tension growing between his legs. I could myself feel my stomach clench at his bothered sight.

But, things weren't always as they should've been. I was still hurt by him and maybe he is just an outlet of the pain I felt. He left me hanging unexplained and I couldn't just accept him with outspread arms after a sudden revelation of everything. I worked my way to build on my broken self, he must work his way to heal me and piece me altogether. That's the law of nature.

I keep my smirk on and sashay my way out. As soon as I leave, I hear him groan in frustration followed by a string of lewd curses. It did satisfy my inner sexual beast though leaving a pang of wanting more of him. But I knew my limits. And maybe he knew it as well, he knew he had to mend whatever relationship we have.

I walk down the stairs as I tie my hair into an unorganised bun. I pull up the sleeve of my blouse till my elbows and tuck the undone cloth back into my denim.

I feel the late morning warmth seep through the house, warming up the temperature of the room. I remembered Jimin's warning and today's scenario; it would be stupid if I walk out of here unguarded. I stare at the white silk curtains that blew gently. My feet carry me towards the bounty of nature that shone under the strong sunrays. A cooling sensation passed through my body when the soles of my feet touch the soaked grass tendrils. The distant sea waves battled against each other as they rose and fell rhythmically.

Sometimes I wished if I could just go back to the times when things weren't so complicated. But ironically, things have been complicated in my life before I could step forth into this world. It's like wanting to go back to the time before this universe was even created. A time when there was no trace of my existence.

But sadly, I couldn't. And I had to face whatever came my way.

I still could not take in the fact that Jinae could go that worse, worse where she could murder someone. She could never do that. Jinae would never do that, though Jieun was someone from whom I didn't know what to expect. I had a feeling that she must have been triggered to that extent, that extent where she lost contact with her own mind and did what her alter ego said.

I flinched when the greens hustle loudly. Looking upwards, I saw the previous sunshine glory being hid by the dark clouds that cast upon the peaceful sky. The faint gurgling of the waves reached my ears as the warm breeze was now replaced by a cooler one. Tilting my neck upwards, I close my eyes as I rub my palms against my arms.

Weightlessness.

Floating through the passage of time.

Every passing thing disappeared away just by a simple touch of it.