"𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈, 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍."
min micha picks up the pieces of her unattended life back home after spending some time abroad in order to deal with the loss of her brother s...
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𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰
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chapter ༊*·˚#one
'I'll be crying on your milk-white sheets, hoping one day we'll marry.'
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Micha ran to the bathroom as some wine knocked over her black outfit, which consisted of a mini tight skirt paired with thin tights and knee-high heeled boots. She swore under her breath as she and her 'friend'—she didn't even bother remembering the name were trying to rub off some of the wetness with paper towels. getting hopeless, she told her it was fine. "I'll call it a night and get some food anyway," she yelled because of the music as they walked out and separated after saying their goodbyes. While the other girl went back to their table, Micha grabbed her leather jacket from the closet, running out of the club's filthy air.
She was fine being in Seoul so far, surprisingly to her but it wasn't as surprising to anyone other than her. She hung out with new people, and new neighborhoods, barely stepping home since she was reminded of the fact that the room next to hers was empty, not to mention she hasn't been sober for a second. She started drinking back in her long flight back home, she landed, and she was out for 2 days, only stopping at home to change. Her mother was coming tomorrow night from Micha's grandparents since she spent some time there while Micha was staying with her fathers. just in time to be home when Micha came back from school so she could be the one to welcome her home. The thought was sweet.
