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it has been hours of an another mental breakdown, another morning.



she couldn't stop those mental breakdowns. they came like normal oxygen, like normal sad love songs.


was jaemin the cause, or was it because of her desperation to be someone else?



why was she so pathetic? kei thought to herself, and grabbed her phone to continue her forever long procrastinating career.




those were all kinds of posts everyone follows. pretty, handsome and "hot" people, who are mostly loved by the numerous.



she scrolled through seo-hyeon's profile again, as usual, and faced a new selfie of the cute girl.




taking a pitiful glance across the room and the mirror full of lip stains she forgot to wipe off, kei wiped off the tears lingering on her crimson cheeks harshly, not with any self-love, she saw iredescent lights hit the mirror's corner, creating a beautiful illusion of nature, and she suddenly saw herself in croptops she felt uncomfortable in, many inch heels and long curly, blond curls.



she smiled. she liked that.



as well as the sunshine, and the glorious waves of lights on the mirror.



she hoped they will never disappear, and stay as long as she got beautiful.



then, she decided to accomplish her goal. grabbing the last bits of money, she ran out of the house, towards the hair salon.


"just gonna buy a wig-"



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