Angel

NU'EST's Ren

BG Music: Hyorin Falling

"Why can't I just do what I want to?!" Angel yelled, speaking out her emotions for the first time.

"What do you mean? We are your parents," her mom stressed, eyebrows furrowing in distress, "We know what's best for you."

The other just rolled her eyes in utter disbelief, realizing that the cliche dramas and stories of those who were chained to practical dreams spun about by parents were coming to life right before her eyes.

"Mom, people are given one life for a reason. God wants us to realize that we don't have all the time in the world to achieve our aspirations and dreams for the future. We only have the present. That's why we gives us time as a gift. We know that the time to stop living is crawling closer to us every second that passes, and yet we choose to deny the fact that we don't have the time. So can you at least let me go and take this opportunity to pursue something that I love?" she begged, knowing that anger wouldn't solve anything at this point.

"Sweetheart," her dad sternly called, "God also has stated that you must listen to what your parents have to say. And we are overly postitive that this isn't the right career path for you to dedicate yourself to."

"Dad," Angel strained, "I've listened to your words so much. I've listened too much. I've gone to all the academic competitions. I took gold in almost, no, all of them. I've never gotten below ninety-seven percent in a class or on any assignment, and I've continuously abided to every strict curfew and deadline that you've set for me. Isn't it time for me to live a little? I'm here wasting my youth on things that I won't give a damn for in the future, and I don't want to spend the rest of my time regretting and feeling remorse over something I could've been."

"Angel!" her mom bellowed.

Her eyes opened in surprise and a spark of fear arose from within her heart. The buzz from the two syllables of her name remained thudding in her eardrums as she tore away her gaze from the gray speckled eyebrows of her father to the hard, mahogany eyes of her mother. She knew that they wouldn't tolerate her behavior any longer.

"You don't do this to your elders. Go up to your room."

Angel's eyes darted from one to the other, like a deer panicking in the eyes of hungry predators. Biting her lip and clenching her fists, just so the hurtful words building up in would cease to boil out of , she stormed outside the house, ignoring the calls from beh