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He who longs the sunHwanuk was right. They were a pack of merciless wolves that had feasted on his grief for decades while hiding under a mask called fear.
“Heartless, soulless…" Hawol barely breathed, finding strength and balance on a piece of broken pipe as her eyes grew ablaze while she stood up again. The burn in her chest roaring as they put her physical pain to silence. “The monsters are actually you guys! He is a 100 times more human than you, know why?” Hawol glared dauntlessly into their eyes.
“Because he’s not afraid of your punishment or silent cruel gazes. He is afraid because of conscience. He has a them, unlike you!”
“He is afraid of making mistakes! He is afraid of hurting anyone else except his own body and feelings. He’d live in that ratchet garage for eternity mourning over his own mistake while you monsters watch over his pain like its a bloody tv show. Cruel.” Words gushing out of the young lady like a million swords, stabbing and disrupting the three woman that had pushed her down before. The blonde woman snarked loudly as she wrathfully strode towards Hawol’s face and swung her palms in a attempt to smack the young woman down again. But Hawol was able to catch her slow momentum and threw her slap away.
“You don’t scare me. You disgust me.” Hawol cursed coldly, keeping her composure as she stared dead into the
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