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I have tried to open up many times. I have tried to let somebody in. But they never listen. Nobody ever listens. Only nobody listens.
In which a novelist carries a darker secret hidden within his writing
Some people have the gifted ability of music; others of mathematics; some perhaps as persuasive argumentators. Chae Daeun had a "gift", if one would like to call it that. It is the ability to know when somebody is telling a lie.
Dulcet: sweet and soothing That would be the emcompassment of the sounds, sights, feelings and emotion. That would be a word to describe their encounter.
This is the story of two people who, perhaps, should have never been brought together.
*Everything has been fake?* his eyes said. *Not everything,* her eyes seemed to answer, *Not me and you.* {Graphics by --iSoul at PressPlay-Graphic Studio}
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I wasn’t always like this. It was because of her that I became what I was now. I used to buy many useless items. When they became old, I would throw them away and ask my parents for new ones. I used to hang out with my friends, wasting my time away when I could’ve been working hard; working for a better future. But now, because of her, I treasure what I have. I treasure those around me.
Post-hu-mous (ˈpäsCHəməs/): [adjective] occurring, awarded, or appearing after the death of the originator; (of a child) born after the death of its father
Just a collection of one shots inspired by iKON's music video for #WYD
On a white bed, between white sheets. He is asked, "Are you ready to leave?"