❝ You make this messed-up world look so much more beautiful. ❞ Gathering me in his arms, he pulled me close -- his lips seeking mine hungrily.
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The only thing Summer Hale has ever wanted was to live peacefully away from her secrets...
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You gave me a shoulder when I needed it You showed me love when I wasn't feeling it You helped me fight when I was giving in And you made me laugh when I was losing it — Get You The Moon by Kina
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I was sure that I was dreaming.
First, I was back in South Korea, which shouldn't be happening since I fell asleep in Boston unless I suddenly teleported in my sleep. Second, I was standing by the edge of a bell tower with my fingers gripping onto the railings. The mundane view from where I was made me sigh, and I raised my head, watching as the skies darkened, swallowing the sun whole until there was nothing left but thick, cold shadows.
Something tiny falling from the sky caught my eye. It was a snowflake, dancing lazily together with the wind.
I extended a hand out to catch it, and my grip on the railing tightened when it landed on my palm. The weight of the snowflake was unbearable. But it became lighter as it melted, and just like that, I fell. Instinctively, my mouth opened to let out a scream, but nothing came out. I squeezed my eyes shut instead, preparing to hit the ground, but where hard concrete was supposed to be, I landed on something soft.
My eyes fluttered open.
I was inside a room with walls painted white. It was empty except for a child wrapped inside a thin mattress. She was bawling her eyes out, and her left arm, from her elbow to where her fingers should be, was a screwdriver. I was pushed unwillingly towards her by a strong force, and she wielded the tool in blind panic, unable to tell friend from foe.
I was inches away from getting impaled when a hand dragged me out, and I found myself sprawled across a large bed.
A little boy stood close by with his back facing me, the need to hold him magnifying in my chest. Impulsively, I jumped to my feet and sprinted towards him. But he was pushed further away, putting more distance between us. I attempted to run again, but my feet stayed glued to the ground. I screamed, hoping he would turn to me. But he began to fade away, and then everything went pitch black.
The feeling of unwanted familiarity crawled on my skin. Despair consumed me as I dropped to the ground and curled into a ball, my body weighted by a dense buoyancy in my chest.
