So Stories

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hi this a fan fic kind of bye i hate myself.

Tracklist : 1.RBB (Ver. Coréenne). 2. Butterflies. 3. So Good. 4. Sassy Me. 5. Taste. 6.RBB (Ver. Anglaise).

If you are getting emotional easily do not read this story

Este poema va dedicado al amor de mi vida, mi madre.

[one-shot] cause you're so cool, you're so beautiful, you're so...

Frases de una suicida, Pensamientos de una suicida.....

~If we are not from the same world, I will find you, my Soo. (Wang So)~ The tragic fate of Hae Soo was erased from the history. She fulfilled her destiny, and yet there were no reward for that. One by one, everyone who once knew Hae Soo, died, and with them, her existence was burned down. Despite that, in the heart of King Gwangjong, her memory didn't fade at all, as if she never left him. He couldn't erase her. She was everywhere, and yet nowhere. And, once again, as if it was a curse, the fate played one more card. The eclipse that changed Wang So life gave him another chance, this time, he would be the destiny changer. But can he find Hae Soo? Would he be able to fulfill the promise he didn't keep? The endless time where he was trapped has came to an end, but with a price. How could he conquer the new world that is awaiting for him?

"Mama, I had a dream..." Angel says, sitting up staring out the window. She moved so her mother could brush her hair, "you were in it, mama. You... you were my fairy that followed me as I walked... walked to a castle. Daddy, he was the knight that found me. He put me on his horse. We rode the horse, mama, I felt free with out the wires." Molly let the tears flow. She nods and sniffles, brushing Angel's hair. "I know honey." Her arms gathering her daughter in a warm embrace. Within minutes, Molly went back downstairs and made a strict breakfast that helped her daughter not to kill her. She wiped her tears away as her other hand picked up the tray. After she gave her daughter her food, she left and went to her study. Still in her night clothing she cried with her head on her arms. Her breathing went rapid, still having her daughter's words repeated. Mama, I felt free with out the wires