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First impressions

"Park Soo-ah"
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My heels echo through the hallway, I feel my heart beating fast against my ribcage-a little too fast than it should. My mind goes into a buzz...

Buzz..buzz...buzz

That's all I could focus on. all I could hear..just the buzz. It felt as if my soul was being torn away from my body.

My feet keep dragging me till I reach the end of the hallway, standing in front of a door. A tall, wooden door.

I raise my hand, clenching it into a fist I raise it above and knock on the door.

"Gosh..why are my hands so sweaty?!"

That was all I could think. And it was true. I was sweating a little too much.

Taking a deep breath I remind myself..

deep breaths..this is finally my chance, To set myself free. To reclaim the life which had once been taken away from me piece by piece, by the man who had taken away my self-worth

Why was it so hard?

"You can do it soo-ah!"

A voice inside me shouts. yes! I can do it...

I adjust my coat, and hesitantly I push open the door. The scent of polished wood and leather filled the room. The air was thick. The office was just as I imagined- pristine, almost cold.

There, behind an intimidating desk, sat a man everyone had told me could help.

The man who was supposed to save me.

Our eyes met. And for a second I froze. He had a subtle smile. Out of the blue he speaks, getting up from his chair.

This man looked like the incarnation of the most beautiful angel itself.

- "Ms. Park Soo-ah, I assume?"

His voice was smooth-too smooth.

My voice trembles from nervousness, it makes me want to curse myself for being so stupid already. What would he think of me? A dumbass? Pft! Yes.

- "Y-yes..that's me"

Surprisingly he's nice...he speaks again while forwarding his hand towards the chair.

- "Please, have a seat, Ms. Park"

I forward myself and take a seat carefully, my fingers fidgeting nervously.

My gaze was fixated on this man. He was glancing at his files before he looked up at me, waiting for me to speak I assume.

- "I'm here to.."

I fidget with the ring on my finger, nervousness clinging to me as if it wasn't just enough.

- "Discuss a divorce"

He leaned forward, nodding thoughtfully, as if he cared-really cared. A little too much. His gaze was sharp and focused.

- "of course. Tell me everything"

His words pulled me in and coaxed me to let my guard down. Clearing my throat I begin to speak.

- "So...I have been married for almost 3 years. This marriage was a forced marriage on my side. My parents wanted me to get married. But this marriage turned out quite.. unexpectedly .."