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"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏?"
"𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑰 𝒂𝒎."
《 She had always found herself in that same vivid dream, where she met a lost boy who would give her different flowers in each of their encounter...》
🏷 Fantasy AU
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《 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓼 》
Ae-Ri tip toed her way towards the stairs, she prayed to God that her mother won't hear her silent steps, as she carefully walked across her bedroom.
Releasing a relieved sigh, she waste no more time, then to she quickly ran down the stairs, still making sure to make the most minimum noise she could produce.
Slipping her shoes in, was the last thing she needed to do before going to school. She didn't even care to take breakfast.
Honestly, she forgot when was the last time she had a proper meal. Skipping breakfast and dinner were her norms.
Lunch would be her only meal of the day but then it wasn't easy to do either. Not with them around.
She was just about to turn the doorknob, when suddenly a glass bottle landed right next to her.
She flinched to sound of the yelling rage more than the shattered glass.
"Yah!" A voice boomed the quiet house.
Ae-Ri clenched her teeth as she heard her mother's yell from upstairs.
She slowly turned, "Eomma..." her voice trembled along her body. This wasn't the first time her mother threw things at her, there were countless occasion in the past, since the day her father left.
Ae-Ri swore she could tick off all the items in 'things-you-shouldn't-throw-to-people' list.
Her mother had thrown it all: bottles, chairs, tables, even knives.
"You son-of-a-bitch! How dare you leave me behind! You ungrateful bastard!" The woman yelled at the top of her lungs. Her stumbling steps ended in middle of staircase.
Trying to walk straight seemed to be problem of hers.
Ae-Ri never seen her mother sober anymore. She was always drunk, and she would sometimes bring men home.
Hearing her rants, Ae-Ri knew her mother wasn't in the reality, she was still strapped in the nightmare that haunted, not just her but Ae-Ri as well.
The middle-aged woman whined and cursed to the air about how her husband cheated on her and left her alone to raise a good-for-nothing daughter.
Ae-Ri looked down to the shimmring glass on the floor, she smiled out of irony, on how the broken pieces of the shards bear a resemblance of her heart.
She gripped on the door knob and twisted it; making a run out of the place other people would call 'home.'
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