I've always loved when Noona would tell me stories to bed. Especially mysteries and crimes. I love theorizing with her, what might've happened, connecting clues with her, it's my absolute favorite.
Her voice is always so soothing, it's like a lullaby moms sing to their little ones.
"Seungho-yah, have you ever heard of doppelgangers?" she whispered to me as she caresses her hand gently on my forehead. I open my eyes and lace my eyes on her face.
"Yeah, I have, noona. Why do you ask?"
"What would you do if you see one?"
"I'd approach them." I see her tilting her head, probably in confusion, by the brief answer I gave her.
"Why? You do know that according to superstitions, meeting one can lead you to your death?"
I turned my head and look up at her face.
Her smile went from a curve to a straight line. The soft look of her eyes shifted to something else. Something.. I can't read.
"..I'd like to know them. There's only one "you" in this life. Even if we share the same face, I believe that we're very different people with very different lives and stories. So.. I'd like to know about them more. Plus, it's not everyday you get to see someone with the same face as yours!" And I ended my "long" explanation with a proud smile.
"..is there something wrong, Noona? You kept questioning me this since this morning.." I ask her again.
She shakes her head and smiles. A fake smile of reassurance, I can tell.
"Now, close your eyes and go to sleep, Seungho. You have to save energy for tomorrow."
Nevertheless, I close my eyes. Tomorrow, we'll go and ride under that snowcapped carousel. And that was all that mattered.
It's been years, and you still haven't told me, Noona.
𐬺𖦹꧁🎠꧂𖦹𐬺
{Previously known as Kainaat}
| Completed on Scrollstack |
In a web of lies, even the truth can strangle you.
Trinity Academy is more than just a school-it's a kingdom, ruled by the rich, the powerful, and the ruthless.
Beneath its golden halls, secrets fester, scandals thrive, and betrayals are just another form of currency.
The students? Beautiful, untouchable, and drowning in their own sins.
Trinity isn't just their playground-it's their sanctuary, a place where even the darkest truths are carefully concealed under layers of gold and glitter.
Kainaat Sharma, a scholarship student, walks in, with no intention of playing their games.
But the elites don't take kindly to outsiders, especially ones who refuse to bow.
She's caught in their world, tangled in their scandals, and dragged into a storm she never saw coming.
And in Trinity, you either learn to play the game or get buried beneath it.