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49 parts Ongoing Mature"ððšðŠð ðððð€. ðððð ð®ð¬, ððšð«ðð®ð«ð ð®ð¬. ðð'ð¥ð¥ ððð€ð ð¢ð ð¢ð§ ð¬ð¢ð¥ðð§ðð. ðð®ð ð©ð¥ððð¬ð... ð£ð®ð¬ð ððšðŠð ðððð€."
Leah Thomas was an enigma - a kind heart enclosed in the logistics of her world. No species escaped her smile, her voice, the black holes of her eyes.
When she sang, birds stopped chirping to listen. Even the click of her calculator was a melody - a giveaway to the soul of music trapped inside an accounting student.
She had a purpose to life, a trajectory to follow, duties to fulfill -
Until them.
"ðð¡ð ð¬ððð ð ð¢ð¬ð§'ð ð£ðšð². ðð¡ð ððšðŠð©ðð§ð² ð¢ð¬ð§'ð ðððŠð¢ð¥ð². ðð¡ð ðð«ðšð°ð ð¢ð¬ð§'ð ð¡ðšð©ð. ðð®ð ð²ðšð®'ð«ð ðšð®ð« ð©ðððð, ðšð®ð« ð¥ðšð¯ð... ðšð®ð« ð¡ðšðŠð."
They were moths to her flame, eager to burn - and burn they did, sweeping her into their ruin.
How far can love go before it becomes a curse?
Because when silence falls in love, doom follows like a shadow.
And the prey to their obsession - the very heart they sought.
"ððšð® ððð§ ð€ð¢ð¥ð¥ ðŠð. ðð§ð ð'ð¥ð¥ ð¬ðð¢ð¥ð¥ ð€ð¢ð¬ð¬ ð²ðšð® ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðŠð² ð¥ðð¬ð ðð«ðððð¡."
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"ð-ðð¡ð ð¬ðšð§ð ðð¢ð«ð ðšð ðšð®ð« ð¥ðð§ðð¬- ðð¥ðð¢ðŠ ðð¡ððŠ ðð¬ ðŠð² ð©ððšð©ð¥ð. ððð² ðð¡ð ððšðð¬ ð ð¢ð¯ð ð®ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð ð°ð ððð¬ðð«ð¯ð."
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Or,
Enhypen is on vacation in India when they cross paths with a girl, who was about to become their biggest mistake - one they'd die to make again.