Red Strings.

Red Strings.

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Have you ever wished to be someone that you were not? Have you ever tried so hard to fit it? Only to be shunned out anyways? Ji Ah is a girl, different from everyone else around her, her skin was brown, her hair coily and curly. She stood out like a sore thumb, she was adopted by a loving Korean woman named Hyun-Ae, a kind soul who could not bear children. She found Ji at a young age up for adoption, she couldn't bear to think of the poor baby going to a bad home, so she swooped her up, renamed her and loved as her own. Ji Ah, however, didn't ask for this, she wished she could look like her mother, she wanted to look like the rest of her friends. She would give anything to look like, and fit in like those around her. While out at the market with her friends, she was offered a doll by an elderly woman. One that could make her dreams come true, one that looked just like her. All she had to do, was weave the red string.
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──── ⊹₊♕₊⊹ ──── A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim. He makes her believe she's winning, but in the end, he always pulls her deep into his darkness. Puppet : ~~~~~~~ He destroyed me. Tore me apart until there was nothing left to save. I can't... I can't even breathe without feeling his shadow suffocating me. He stole everything-my dreams, my peace. And now, he's chasing me. Why? To crush what's left? To make me his toy? Or worse... his love? I don't know if he wants me as his puppet to torment or his love to possess, but either way, he's unraveling me. No matter how far I run, his presence clings to me, pulling me back into his darkness each time deeper than before. Puppet Master : ~~~~~~~~~~~~ She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is when she's broken. My fragile, trembling little Doll. She thinks she can run, but she belongs to me. Her innocence calls to me like a melody I can't stop listening to, so pure, so unaware of how deeply she's already mine. Oh, let her try to escape-it only makes the hunt sweeter. I love the way she trembles, the fear in her eyes when she realizes she can't outrun her devil. I'll let her break a hundred more times, let her feel the weight of her hopeless escape. And when she's nothing but shattered glass, I'll mold her into what she was always meant to be. Mine... utterly and completely mine. Ranks:- #1 in review out of 33.8k stories. #2 in awards out of 10.5k stories #3 in alphamale out of 3.22k stories.

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