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The Ink Slinger's Diary (Seulrene Drabble Collection)A short angst piece.
Two walking tragedies that once shared a fervid, untouchable and indescribable love. Two souls that were bound by their carnal desires, perhaps only briefly. A desire that became an all consuming flame, devouring everything until there was nothing but sensual resentment and the purest kind of rage.
Standing at the side of the stage, Kang Seulgi stood frozen before the crowd of millions of people gathered to see her most iconic performance. Clad in a white buttoned shirt, dress pants tailored to her body and a messy hair that symbolized how she felt inside. Messy, on the edge of lunacy, thinking about everything that was not at hand.
Thinking about her.
That talented choreographer, Bae Joohyun, who was responsible for this artistic piece that gripped the world by its ankle. A song that was both melancholic and gorgeous, a dance that was powerful but calculated.
A love that was frenetic, destructive, but perhaps the zenith of pleasure. Bae Joohyun was charming and Kang Seulgi was decisive in her conquests when it was necessary.
A choreography they both stitched together through messy ideas, a choreography that flowed through their bodies so much better than any artist that dared to do it. However, Seulgi knows two things.
This dance looked better on Joohyun than it did on her, and that now -- two hours after that horrific break up -- she had to perform this for everyone. A blind audience that could only see the surface, no depth. Tears mixing with sweat and the pain in her eyes merely denoted a powerful act by the singer-actress Kang Seulgi.
Seulgi walked on stage surrounded by the thick shadows of the evening, the audience clamoring as they heard that ominous melody, that gorgeous piano.
A tear shed in the darkness, a soft sniffle left unheard. The blinding lights came on to put her on the spotlight.
In that split second, she stripped all her humanity and became only a vessel for the song.
A vessel for Bae Joohyun’s genius work to speak for her, for the audience would never understand her stinging pain.
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