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Hyungwon made no sign to indicate that he heard me. His head was buried beneath his pillows
I had been visiting him for over two week and he showed absolutely no sign of recovery. He sulked in bed, he lost a little weight, he became ghastly pale. He barely spoke and when he did. He usually told me to get lost.
He was silent
Silence
Two weeks, and nothing. I was on the brink of a breakdown
he muttered
What he said hurt me more than it should have. I felt angry tears prick at my eyes, and I stood up. I couldn't do this anymore
I shrieked
This seemed to provoke a reaction from him
he countered
He sat up. He had eyebags and his hair was in utter disarray
I bit my bottom lip to keep if from quivering, but to no avail. Tears had already began to leak down my cheeks
I screamed, my voice breaking
I wiped at my eyes as I raced out of Hyungwon's house
Ms Chae called
I didn't answer. I just ran as fast as I could. It seemed that I always left the Chae residence like this, running away, emotionally unstable
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I reached into my jean pocket and withdrew Dr Lee Baekho's business card. I knew the address of his clinic and I knew how to get there. I stared at it for a minute as I contemplated whether or not it was wise to go to him. If he was Hyungwon's psychiatrist perhaps he could help me
I stood up, and slung the strap of my purse over my shoulder. I took a breath and stepped off the bus. Dr Lee's clinic was not far from the stop. Within five minutes, I had reached it
the receptionist greeted
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I nodded and took a seat in the near empty waiting area. There were only two other people, a man with thick spectacles and a middle-aged woman reading a novel. I grabbed a magazine from the table in the centre. I skimmed through it, until Dr Lee and his client emerged from his office.
The receptionist stood up and said something to him, gesturing at me. He nodded, and beckoned for me to follow him to his office. As I sat down in one of his plus armchairs, he shut his door and seated himself in front of me
Dr Lee smiled apologetically
The door of his office burst open, revealing the distressed looking receptionist
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Dr Lee's face grew pale as he exited his office, completely forgetting about me. I footed to the doorway and peeked out. Standing on the table, was a woman. She was in her late twenties and was conventionally pretty. She was singing, while the receptionist tried to coax her down
she declared, directing an accusing finger at Dr Lee
I receded back into the room, and my eyes fell on his storage closet. Hastily, I threw it open and began to go through his files, looking for Chae Hyungwon. To my dismay, his file folder was empty. Dr Lee must have stored it away elsewhere. There was only a small recording device tucked into the folder
Swiftly, I hid it in my purse. Hyungwon hadn't seem him in years. No way would Dr Lee notice a missing recording
I snuck at out of the clinic, undetected, I could hear snippets of the argument.
My heart hammered loudly in my chest, even as I slipped out of the door of the clinic and boarded the bus home. I had just acquired confidential information about Hyungwon, illegally
I hope it was worth it.
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One day you were just about to walk home- though sadly it starts to rain."Here, use my umbrella." A boy with the same school uniform offers you, his oddly coloured yellow eyes seemingly shining against the rain.You accept his offer and start to walk home; umbrella in hand, not noticing the horrible look in the boys eyes... "Oh? Too bad you don't remember (y/n)~ because you are mine~" Cover made by @Sophiec321The final chapters were written by @Magicalgirlizumi1 ** thank you! **WARNING THIS STORY IS A JOKE**
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For Nazli, the world is limited from her tribe to the Forbidden Valley. For Asadullah, the world is limitless and his for taking. ***"You should be honored that a man like I have taken such an interest in you!" Asadullah smirked, swirling his small handgun on his index finger. The green-eyed girl paled - her skin already porcelain white and quite different from any other he had seen in the country before. She was definitely beautiful even in her less than impressive rags. "Asadullah hardly makes such a generous offer." He said, liking the self-praise more than he wanted to admit. She shook her head - her dainty fingers wringing in her golden braid. Little Goldilocks. "Think again, little girl. The blood of your people will be on your hands." ***The setting is in Gilgit in a fictional valley called the Forbidden Valley. The image is not mine. The story and characters are.
8 99World of Io
Two assassins, a young man with white eyes and an ancient N'aian set out on a journey to find the one who can save the world or become their ruin. They seek Io -- he who returns. However, finding him seems to be the lesser of their problems. A world in chaos, a world at loss...where minds are weeping and children lost. A raging heart, a raging soul, a hero reluctant to save them all. -Willow scrolls, third passage-This is the story of a journey through the dark, a mission to find hope where none exists. It is a story of how to find what is worth living for when no one longer dreams of the light.The Earth is shaking, the Fire is raging, the Wind is wailing and Water is flooding the lands, while everyone awaits the savior -- the one man who can save them all. Come along now... let the story begin.
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