Pink thread of fate
Description
Kim Xiu Min stared at her own reflection and adjusted her hair and uniform. She lifted up her cheeks in a sweet smile but dropped it the next instant. With a sigh, she slung her back pack on one shoulder and left her bedroom, heading to the kitchen to get a cup of water. She has been living in this house for her entire life but she would never get over the fact that there is a giant doll house in the living room with creepy music tinkling from the music box in it. Uncomfortable in her own house, she hurried out and embraced the morning sun.
Foreword
The thread of fate is normally red in Asian culture, but pink because... ヽ(゚ー゚*ヽ) No, not because pink is my favourite colour. Oh, just read the fic already!!
Note: This was originally titled Breakage but i realised how ing stupid that was. Anyways~ Upvote and comment ヽ(´ー`)ノ
I would quote Lang Leav right now but i think some of you might kill me, so no.
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