A heart for a heart

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Dear reader, I wish I could tell you it ends well. But I'm afraid not all tales written, or told, are of a happy variety. This particular telling is certainly not that way, albeit, a brilliant display of emotional savagery and hideous deception I dare not say it be for the faint of heart. Nor should you, reader, expect good things to befall those involved. For this is a story of a generous woman, a frantic man, and illusory phantoms of the city. 

Foreword

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Sweet blue bellied mountain bird,

why have you seized your joyous chatter?

Has your prison turned your heart as blue as your belly?

Have you wrung your own neck little bird?

Or has your captive finally stolen your song?

Poor birdie.

Your pillows have finally smothered you.

I can barely see your bright azure plumage.

Poor birdie. Poor, innocent, little bird

I will say my goodbyes for tomorrow's gray dawns.

Myla Hadley looked at the peculiar journal in her hands and felt anxious.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her picturesque surroundings. She had always loved lively Seoul with its mirrored skyscrapers, and healthy Han river. It was a city of advantage and possibility. All one had to do was extend the hungry hand of desire forward. If you were brave.

Myla sighed. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a 25-year-old, anxiety-ridden, cherry cola drinker with charming eyelashes and a long torso. Her friends saw her as a sickening do-gooder. The amount of consideration in a single cell of her body was enough to leave a miracle worker unsettled. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved an oddly chubby baby bird.

But not even a generous person who had once jumped into a river and saved an oddly chubby baby bird had assumed enough karma to escape destinies cold touch. When the time came for you to meet your nightmares little else could be done other than to greet them. 

The wind blew against the window pane chattering as owls do in the mid of night, Sue suddenly became aware of how tight her chest felt. She realized the space around her was consuming her, threatening to swallow her whole until she was no more of a memory, just a fading pressure against the wood she once stood upon. 

Myla stumbled back, even more, dizzy and still the peculiar journal. Sue suffered, to no surprise to those that knew her, from fits of panic and distress. In most cases, she could control it with a soft song or mindless tapping against something hard, but as the days grew longer and the nights eternity bound peace seemed shortened.  She rarely slept anymore. Ate enough to survive, and had altogether abandoned social constructs of any kind. If she was to be miserable it would be alone, not surrounded by critical eyes and shaming pats of reassurance. She wasn't a child. She didn't need their pity. Humming an unrecognized tune she settled herself.  The postman had been the sole human interaction for the entire month of June. She was on holiday in Seoul and had very little reason to venture outside. It had startled her when the knocking sounded in the tiny one room. She hadn't been expecting anyone or anything, and when she had protested the package she was met with an angry grumble walk off. 

Glancing to the journal she noticed the tattered leather, the ridged spin sharp against her cool skin. The book seemed to be radiating heat. She brushed her fingers lightly over the golden symbols each lackluster in appearance. She couldn't read Korean, couldn't really understand what was written across the tanned surface but felt as though this was someones personal belonging. Someone's unread secrets. It was far too old to be freshly purchased, and the tearing of the pages reminded her of an old photo she'd once found of her grandparent's wedding. 

"I need to return this," she felt her heart stiffen. She wasn't sure whose it was, but the address on the back was easy to decipher. Strange, something so old had a modern day address, even stranger yet was its scribblings were written in her own language. "I guess...I have no choice," the urge to please was too strong, and soon Sue found herself embracing the warmth of the July afternoon, strange book in hand. 

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