*%•.• SIDEREUS NUNCIUS •.•%*

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—————•.•The Definition Of Home (Your presence is the closest I have)•.•———
          
          
          
          Rok soo really hated winter. The biting cold that gnawed at his skin would send chills running down his spine, tremors wrecking his body. It also didn’t help that his uncle would capitalise his battered body and make him beg on the streets.
          
          (“The reason why you are not homeless is because of me. I could’ve left your ungrateful self dying out on the streets but it was thanks to my kindness you have a home to stay in, brat!”
          
          Rok Soo knew it was a lie. His uncle’s greed for his parent’s inheritance led him to take custody of him, it was never out of goodwill. In his young, childlike mind he could only think about how much he hated it.)
          
          Rok soo scoffed, but couldn’t stop the tears pooling in his eyes. Oh, when would his suffering ever cease?
          
          Reddish brown eyes reflected people beaming with joy and the wide smiles on children’s faces. He could hear the merry laughter accompanied by well-wishes being spoken. A loud ring resounded in his head, drowning out the loud noise (It sounded like the ambulance he often heard passing by, followed by his wish to be in it— far away from his abusive uncle’s clutches. Inside he wondered why his parents never brought him with them when they left).
          
          Rok Soo’s nose was stuffy, suffocated under the overwhelming joy in the air. He drew in a breath, and another; but the blockage was too strong, too solid, and he was simply too frail and weak, drowning deeper into the chilling waters.
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          “Rok Soo-yah. Are you almost done yet?” Lee Soo Hyuk turned to face his beloved dongseang, shooting him an affectionate look.
          
          “....Mhm.” The person in question, Rok Soo, stared at him for a moment before giving him a terse nod, promptly flicking off the snow on his face.
          
          “When we’re done, let’s drink hot chocolate together!” Choi Jung Soo yelled excitedly over his shoulder as he threw the monster’s corpse into the bag. “Then we’ll play board games and on movies to watch!”

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@ Cale03henituse  I know so many stories about the original Calr that will literally tear your heart out, do you want to know? And oh, can I ask which country you are from? 

@ Cale03henituse  He really needs it, he deserves all the love in the world because his existence itself is the best masterpiece the world can offer, but is there anyone who can and understands this? 

@ Cale03henituse  How is it possible that our tastes are so similar?, because I also read the second one a month ago and my pillow was wet with tears, Cale doesn't want to be loved just in the face of death so he left his family just to not get their love because now their love would just be pity for him. 

I tried to create another reading list and wattpad told me I reached the limit of reading lists I can create.... T_______T

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          GRADUATION DAY WOOHOOOOOOOO (≧▽≦)
          
          I COULDN’T ENJOY TODAY BECAUSE WE HAVEN’T GOT OUR RESULTS BACK AND THERE’S A CHANCE NO MATTER HOW SMALL THAT I WILL GET HELD BACK BUT LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOO

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          HAPPY BIRTHDAY CALEEEEEE <33