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Seohyun was an Angel, Yoona concluded as she watched the girl beside her curl up in sleep. 

Seohyun was everything good in this pleasantly bittersweet world, seemingly lighting up everything in her path with each soft step the younger girl takes, and could melt the hard, cold souls of ones who've been lost for too long into gentle, warm puddles-if only they knew. Not only was Seohyun beautiful herself, her heart is too, like a diamond shining throughout the deepest depths of abandoned hole. Seohyun's perfection was so perfect that her imperfection often showed only to those whom she trusted, which wasn't many people.

Yoona's heart fluttered.

Yoona loved that Seohyun came to her; even when she's wasn't the best kind of person for comfort.

Yoona listened to the steady breathing of Seohyun's soft puffs, the younger girl's chest rising up and down evenly. She stared a the supple lips of Seohyun whose mouth was slightly parted in her sleep and Yoona had to bit her bottom lip to keep herself under control. She looked away and rolled onto her back, facing the white ceiling, her hands clenched into fist next to her sides.

There was a long silence in the room, only the faint sound of Seohyun's breathing beside her. She couldn't even hear herself breathe, if she was even breathing, and outside of the closed door of her bedroom, she heard her step mother and father chatting quietly over breakfast. She didn't bothered to try to listen in as she usually did.

Her parents didn't try to wake her up this time to eat. They both already knew her situation between Seohyun and herself and rather not get involved. It was the pure sense of her parents, even if one wasn't truly her own mother, who had came and replaced her own birth one after a nasty divorce. They left her alone, forcing herself to deal with her own problems that were almost tipping her to the point of insanity. They didn't even want to hear about it; they wouldn't listen.

Should she be grateful? No. The fact that they didn't want to get involved was because they didn't accept of Seohyun.

Yoona closed her eyes to calm herself down after feeling a slight twinge of remorse in her chest, her heart pounding against her ribcage. How is it that her heart can still beat against her with normal paces, but pound so hard that it hurt? She turned to her side, her back facing Seohyun's sleeping figure.

She folded her thin figure into a ball, curling her knees to her hiding face.

There were a lot of things that she couldn't express; sometimes at school she wanted to punch her teachers in the face, but instead smiled polietly to their delight. There were moments where the people who looked up to her annoyed her, since she couldn't understand what they saw in her that was so good. There were situations where she had wanted to just curse out her parents and run away, and never come back. There were times when she'd get frustrated, over studies and acting, and everything.

Yoona wasn't perfect; people should know yet they act like she is.

There was a sudden soft touch on her back spine and there was the monotone whisper of apology placed just below her neckbone. Yoona melted, her body relaxing with just a simple magic touch. The blanket she had tossed away during the night where she barely got any sleep was carefully placed carefully over her thin waist, warmth from another body already absorbed on the cover, and Yoona bit her lip to fight back the urge of turning around and just spilling everything she felt.

The happiness, the sadness, the pain, the sinking feeling of knowing, the confusing feeling of understanding, and the longing feeling of...

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"She speaks accurately, pointedly with what she needs -not what she wants- and her voice resounds robotically. Yet when she sings along with the faint melody of the key notes from the piano beneath her slender, dancing fingers, this girl they called a 'thing' has a heart."

-Im Y.A.

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