One-Third Cat
Description
If cats had nine lives, then I have three.
Oh! I get it now!
Maybe that’s why my best friend calls me one-third of a cat.
Three lives for one person.
Juggling the three lives seems like a hell of a hassle, but I guess it’s my ball of yarn.
It became typical, something close to a routine.
It was easy not getting caught...
Until I met him.
Characters
Ahn Haneul (OC):
A 17-year-old female living three lives. Currently living just to survive senior year of high school.
Life #1: Ahn Haneul, the student at SM College Prep. Natural prodigy in academics, but becomes the rumoured nerd/scholarship student because of skeptical figures.
Life #2: Sky, the reknown DJ playing illegally at one club location on specific days. Her favorite life because she’s actually following her dream of music-making.
Life #3: Ahn-agassi, the heiress to the utmost powerful Ahn Corporations & Trade. Her most hated life due to the fact that her father uses her as a promotional doll when necessary and doesn’t care about her 95% of the time.
Lu Han:
A 17-year-old male, heir for another economic leader, Lu Enterprises. Also, one of the kingkas at SM College Prep along with his group of friends, EXO. Excelling in academics and attends parties occasionally at only EXO’s request.
Son Nayeon
Foreword
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he scoffed, starting to walk away.
I ran to grab his wrist for only my arm to be flung away.
“Don’t touch me!”
I tried to speak, “Please listen to me! I can explain!”
He pierced me with a glare that seemed to reach my soul, “Why would I listen to you if the only things I’m seeing right now are lies? Huh?!”
I dug my nails into my fists, hoping the pain my heart is afflicting me would go away or at least been lessened from the new pain. But no avail. What was said was the truth. I gaped my mouth open, but my vocal chords couldn’t even make a single noise.
“See you can’t even speak.”
Thanks for stating the obvious. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, but the feeling was easily put aside. I knew now was not the time to be sarcastic as I felt a rush of desperation.
“Han!” I cried.
I can clearly see our bond breaking right in front of my eyes. Deteriorating slowly as the seconds, the minutes, the moments past in silence as we just stood there. Like a fire engulfing everything into flames. Like a paper being torn. Like a rope on its last thread. I attempted to salvage the pieces, but was interfered.
“Don’t call me that!” he yelled. I flinched at the tone of his words, watching him rake his hair in frustration. “Only people I know can call me that,” the volume of his voice lowered and he faced me one last time, “I don’t think I know you anymore.” And he walked away.
There it was. The leftover ashes, the two halves of both the paper and the rope, the connection between us… Broken. I couldn’t do anything to save it, to save us. Because…
He’s the one who took the scissors and cut it.
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