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Finally he tore his gaze away from her, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her fingers slipped down the fence as she felt her insides warm upon breaking free from the grasp of the Ice Emperor himself. She took a hesitant step back before finally deciding to leave. As she turned, her back stiffened as she once again felt the cold boring into her, just like a while back. She took another deep breath as she concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. Her strength was slowly draining as she felt ice creep up her legs. She couldn’t exactly understand just how he was capable of doing such a thing to her, but he was, and he was doing it. And now her mind raced with questions no one can answer. As soon as she was far enough, she dropped to a bench and buried her face in her hands, searching for warmth. She felt cold even though it was summer. She picked up her knees and wrapped her arms around them.

But he was beautiful. Oh gods was he beautiful…

"Amihan!"

My godmother's shrill voice from the kitchen downstairs was like a bucket of ice cold water in my face. I stare hard at the streak of black ink that had crossed the pages of my notebook. I take a deep breath to push away the building frustration inside of me. There was no point in harboring any ill-feeling towards her. She did take me in after my parents had passed away when I was 12. My godmother, ninang (filipino word for godmother) Anita had been my legal guardian for the last eight years of my life. I was indebted to her, and she made it a point to remind me of this every single day since I set foot in her house.

"Amihan! Don't make come up there! Gil Dong is waiting!"

Ah. Mr. Hong Gil Dong. Her latest Korean boyfriend. I wonder how long this "relationship" will last. I gather my notes, scattered sheets of ruled paper, and my notebook from my make-shift study desk and stuff them inside my backpack. I make sure the bag is secure before leaving my room. I can worry about that ink streak later on after everyone is asleep. I can get back to writing later on when everyone is asleep.

I run down the stairs in a rather casual pace. The dear woman can wait a few more seconds. I walk into the living room and try to ignore my ninang's attempts at decorating like the affluent. Plastic flowers in vases were found at every corner of the room, and these matched (horribly, in my opinion) the rest of the decor in the house. Worst to me would be the sofa set covers...I can never understand one's affliction to all things floral.

Mr. Hong Gil Dong sat on one of the larger seats, legs spread wide. It had been three days since ninang had arrived from Seoul after working there for four months, this man was her new boyfriend. The last one only lasted a few weeks before Mr. Kim called it off. I never understand this concept of dating. On and off, on and off. It's like they can't make a decision. 

"Good evening." I greet him in Korean, I've managed to learn the language ever since moving into this house. 

Mr. Hong just waves at me like he has not a care in the world. Ninang comes in soon enough with a tray of two glasses of orange juice in her hand. "Mr. Hong is here to help you get a job in Korea." She says to me.

Wait...what?!

As a follow up to Unglamorous, and part two of the Unglamorous series, it is my greatest pleasure to present to you, A Writer of Fiction.

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