oh darling

sixth

it's been months.

we're walking down the busy streets of seoul, going no where in particular,
and then we spot my mother and father and they spot us.

and my mother came running, taking me in her arms, but my father raged at you. he angrily threw his fist at you yelling about how you 'took his daughter', how you 'brainwashed' his daughter.

i don't know how, but you just laughed. blood flowing out of the now open wounds on your harmless looking face.

i ran over, pulling my father off of you along with my mothers help, people gathered around us, some staring, some helping, and some even laughing.

my father yelled so loudly and hit you with no mercy or care. this is how he wanted to get rid of you.

but you didn't leave after the horrible fight he caused, you stayed and you still told me you loved me.

my father told me he didn't like you because you took over my mind, you made me want you, you made me love you.

and darling, did i love you.