Hanrui Stories

"Roll the window up Hanyu," a gruff man's voice boomed from the driver's seat as his father reached out and gripped his wrist, pulling him back down into his seat and closing his only escape from actuality. "We can't be letting people see inside." His father held back tears of frustration. Hanyu only nodded, slowly trying to remove his wrist from the older's red grip. The blood had stained his hands and clothes and Hanyu wanted no part in the grotesque display, and in all honesty he didn't want anything anymore. He wanted simply to die.

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