Us
Pure Snow
Hai........
This is the rewrite..........
Can't wait for your comment
Nana’s POV
We are the destiny, oppa......
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*Me at 10 years old and You at 11 years old
~Author~
The temple was so quite, there was just one girl and one boy who kneeled down and folded their hands, praying. It’s cold, their breath beady and the snow was touched their white skin.
This was 30 minutes passed, but they didn’t seem to move, still praying even their hair now covered with snow.
“Nana, it’s enough, let’s go home....” Tha girl, Nana, nod and stood up. Her heart still sad and shattered if this day came. The December, a very cold memories of her family.
They both walked under the snow, so white and pure, holding hands, feel warm in another grasp even the air was cold.
“Oppa....it’s the sixth winter for you in this town, so it means your appa will back home next year, right?” They see straightly to the road, not facing each other , “Yes, I hope so...” . Then they separated in T-intersection. It was far enough when Nana turned her head and saw Mir, yes the boy was Mir. This boy is her best friend forever, he was the one who always supports her even the day when her brother passed away two years ago, right in this day, in the freezing december. But, with Mir presence, everything was easier for her. And since that day, she made a promise for not lossing Mir no matter what.
~Mir House
“Umma....I am home...” Mir took his shoes down as he saw her mother held a belt and swang it to him.
“Naughty boy.....you want to play all day? Naughty boy....Why don’t you just die? Hah?” Mir just stand freeze, felt his body hit again by that belt, but he should be patient, his mother got that mental sickness, it was not her fault. He bear it for many years, the pain, the wounds without anyone knew, even Nana and his own father. It was because that bastard who rapped his mother and make her like this. Thanks to God, that bastard finally died in snow storm two years ago.
He made a shield with his hands, but that belt kept hit him. It happened for 15 minutes, and after her mother left, he confined on the floor. And like usually what he did, he took care of his own self, salve the wounds all over his body. He wasn’t crying, he wasn’t angry, but remembering his past happy day, silly....he just tried to runaway from reality.
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