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they wanted to get away and leave the place i called home. they wanted to, but i didn't. if they wanted to run away then please, they should've never took me with them. this place is heaven without the both of you.
"haine"
"m-mother?"
"hush that mouth, haine"
"m-mom what are you doing and wh-why are you packing, are you going somewhere?"
"you are coming with us, hurry up and carry eunha"
"b-but where are we going in the middle of the night, m-mom?"
"i'm fed up with your dad"
"b-but i-"
"you better get up or i'll kill your goddamn father"
the woman i've been calling mother had her eyes as cold as of the winter and gaze as sharp as of the knife she held. mother's hand was inching to the flawless flesh of the man's throat, she soon point it to my dear, dear sleeping father.
"don't kill him, please"
teary eyed and a heart heavy as of the night's sky that held no stars, she dragged me away to the heaven they viewed as hell.
