"Do you, Kang Mira, take Choi Yeonjun, as your lawfully wedded husband?"
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Because we all have our soulmates scattered around this vast universe with a single red string attached around our fingers; it's the tug of hearts and longing for unknown th...
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A New Start | Kang Mira
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I see no bird in the sky today. There's only steady rainfall pouring down ice on the earth, a flicker of grey that soothes eyes, a brush of wind that makes the curtains sway mildly, and a lot, lot pain of heartbreak.
I have made my escape from the house to come at Ryumin's hidden burial; buying myself some time by hiding my face under the black shawl. I stand behind the cherry tree at the riverside.
There hasn't been a rainfall like this in Kyeon-ju for a while. I think the last time I had seen a rainfall like this, was the day my mother and Aera took in their last breath.
I watch a man throwing soil into the grave with a shovel. Another man, holding an umbrella in his right hand, stands in front of the grave with a look of deep hatred in his eyes. He keeps tapping his shoes on the ground, seeming as if he's trying to leave this place as soon as possible. Almost ashamed, and scared of being judged by people- I found all of the traits in him.
My fists clench around my shawl as he spits on the grave, and looks sideways if anyone is watching him from afar.
How can he do that?
She was his own wife, not a stranger!
A loud wail cuts through the silence of the air, reaching toward the vast sky and shaking the clouds up there. Ryumin's six months old daughter has started crying in her father's arms.
