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Because storms had always been their middle — where their collisions resided and their flowers were kept. It was that bittersweetness contained in their inner havoc that had made her who she was, drawn who she wanted to be; sculpted what she wanted to have and what led them where they were supposed to be.
Juyeon loved her, loved her like no one else and was perfectly aware that no one could compare to her, but breaks and semicolons will eventually appear along the way of every narrative, and sometimes watching someone leave hurts less than jailing them somewhere they no longer want to be. So she let Jiyeon go. And it h
Minji had loved her for so long, had loved her in so many lifetimes and in so many ways, that at this point she didn't know a world where Yoohyeon wasn't Yoohyeon and her heart didn't belong entirely to that woman and that woman only. But there were tricks to that, there were traps she couldn't avoid despite the centuries, and their love being a losing game was nothing new to her or the scars she carried. Yet, not every vil
Jiyeon swore to have her cupid's head on a silver plate if she ever had the chance to see that creature again. She wasn't the violent type, far from it, but she had been through more pain than her poor heart could handle and Fate owed her some mercy after all.That, however, was before Dayoung and her annoying notes decided to burst into her life with more than those goddamn arrows.That was before she could see things for
Hyunjung was in love. Which, perhaps, wasn't the best thing in the world taking into consideration the fact that Park Soobin was never alone, but oh well... Drunk people talk too much and lovesick people get tired easily.
Of course that, after dodging odds for so long to keep promises she and Yubin could no longer afford to make, the cruel reality had to come to knock on her door with nothing but a vicious smile. It was settled like the worst truth to ever exist: if she didn’t give up while she could, Yubin would suffer the consequences, and Minji would rather have a bullet cross her head than allow malicious fingers and dirty intentions to come near her girl.