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❝𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑.❞
𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀.
That's her name.
Peculiar but beautiful.
She said she liked my name too.
𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍
Common but special like the person who owns it.
Why did my heart skip an inad...
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December 9' 2019
She saw me in the clinic today.
What if she tells everyone?
I can't let that happen. I don't have any strength left.
～⋅⊱༄♡༄⊰⋅～
"Is he your dad?" He asked.
"What?" I was taken aback at his sudden question, considering the fact that we haven't spoken a word to each other since I transferred colleges last week.
He grunted impatiently, running his fingers through his hair.
"My therapist, Mr Kim, is he your dad?"
"Yes."
He sighed, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides.
"Look, don't tell anyone. Do you understand? No one should know, okay?" He said with a stern look in his eyes.
Those ebony orbs once again captivated my entire being, like they did when I first saw him at my dad's clinic. My erratic heart beat surrendered to his intimidating self, without any contemplation.
"Okay. I won't."
Those words flowed out of my mouth like water flowing towards gravity. Only a moment later did my brain process what I had said, not that I didn't mean it. I did. I won't tell anyone.
What scared me was how my actions unintentionally moulded into his submission, and I didn't seem to mind one bit.
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