The dim light poles along the winding alleys illuminated shadows to the pavement Naomi stepped on. Commuting back home after her self-study in school, this is the long stairways she had to walk up daily, to her home at the top of the alleys.
For an outsider, this hilly neighborhood gives an illusion of a romantic getaway as it has the closest space to a better view of the moon. Yet, with the chipped paint of colored houses along with the distinct lack of planning development, this place is soon to be abandoned. Sooner the neighborhood will be only occupied by the elderly and bad memories.
Because in reality, living in peace doesn't enough if the stomach goes hungry...
The younger generation believes that they can only dream in the land of skyscrapers overlook the run-down neighborhood she lives in. Naomi's sister was one of them, she runs away from home five years ago, leaving behind her aging parents with her little sister to live a better life herself.
Naomi's parents knew that only the best education can save them in the future, thus, they mortgage their house to enroll Naomi in the best high school in town, they are now left with hopes and debt.
Naomi holds her blazer closer to her body as a gust of night breeze blew. The footsteps behind getting her even more irritating. The determined Nelson Kim is still walking her home from behind as always even when Naomi had warned him to stay away from her.
At one point, Nelson Kim had touched her heart, but she restrained herself from falling to it. She refuses to become softened as she needs strong pulls to make her tougher.
He is someone born with a silver spoon in his mouth when it comes to hardship, sooner Nelson will also leave her, just like her sister did to them. Living is hard but her parents never fail to complete their basic needs, still, Nora doesn't hesitate to break their parent's hearts.
Naomi fastened her pace, determined to make Nelson gives up to the winding and hilly alleys to her house.
"Naomi!"
Nelson doesn't want to miss the chance to talk to her this time. He is an athlete, matching her speed is nothing to him. Catching her wrist, he holds her in place.
"Let me go!"
"No. Not this time. Give me a chance, please? How long are you going to avoid us? Forever?"
Without batting eyes, Naomi stared coldly at Nelson as he loosened his grips. "Say what you want to say now and NEVER talk to me again." She hissed.
Letting out a sigh, Nelson relaxed the tightened muscles on his face, "It hurts to see you like this. Holding on, while I am always behind you. Give me a chance Naomi."
Every word that comes out from Nelson's lips does nothing to drain the cold demeanor in her. She doesn't want to believe there is a good person who exists.
"First of all, you are someone who keeps meddling with my affair, you are irritating me. Second, none of my problems have anything to do with you." She sternly said as she tries to get away from Nelson.
Again, Nelson gets a hold of her arm. "It matters to me." Replied Nelson, forcing Naomi to face him again. "I like you, Naomi... I'm tired of beating around the bush, I'm telling you now, I love you."
Dazzled with his blunt confession, Naomi staggered but quickly restrained her feeling. The corner of her lips formed a cynical smile. "Love?" She asked. "I'm busy getting away from this misery of living a poor life. Are you insulting me now? Get lost!" Losing her patience, she pulls away from Nelson's firm hold and turns away.
"I saw everything, Naomi," Nelson said out loud.
Naomi froze in her place. Blood draining down from her head to toe, leaving a chilly sensation on her whole body.
Did he see it?
How much did he witness?
Is he going to threaten her with the darkest secret of her?
With her trembling hand, she closes her gaping mouth. The coldness in her eyes melted into worrisome, like a kitten losing its mother, helpless and terror-stricken.
Nelson sauntered towards Naomi, standing in front of her. His eyes were soft, looking fixedly at the girl he loves letting her guard down, revealing her true color; the strong on the outside yet fragile inside.
"I know everything, Naomi... In your eyes, it is always been, Samuel. Right? That's the reason you are staying away from Lana. Did I guess it right?"
She had almost suffocated herself for holding out her breath. Turn out what Nelson knew is not something she expected. Catching her breath again, tears were welling up and uncontrollably rolling down her cheeks too. Soft sobs escape her lips though she didn't want to cry as her heart betrayed her.
"Naomi... I'm sorry... I didn't..." Nelson started panicking. Juggling whether to comfort her or wipe her tears away or what exactly he has to do at this kind of moment! He is totally dumbstruck by the sudden occurrence. "Naomi..."
She ignored him, walking away from him with tears keeping her cheeks wet. "Go away." She said without even looking back at him.
It's hurt, her heart is aching.
Yes, she is secretly falling in love with Samuel Jin. Samuel had always looked at Lana though she is always there, standing beside her.
Lana never realized all of this... She had always been the luckiest and the one with a kinder heart. While everyone looks down on her for her lowest status, only Lana stands for her.
She had wanted to befriend Lana, just by seeing Samuel Jin is enough. She is willing to let Lana have him, she deserved someone like him. Yet, fate is still cruel to her...
Fate won't even have a little sympathy for her though she had crawled out from living in hell.
Luck had always been by Lana's side.
Even if she wanted to start new, things will never be the same again.
"I'm dirty. I'm a monster, you will be disgusted if you knew what I have done." She whispered as if Nelson is listening to her. "It's too late... Nelson. I'm a ruined person."
Nelson watched Naomi back unable to do anything. Sorrow overwhelmed him as her lonely stretched long shadow disappeared behind the little house gate.
Day 2 of tracking Naomi and Harry's mission. Gosh... I sighed to a long exhale of boringness. Why on earth does Samuel have to put me on them? They are merely future scholars, only studies excited them. I am aware that I have developed a new habit of biting my nail recently. Gross, this is a bad omen, what is next? Even Naomi still refuses to talk to me, she rather spends her time alone. I pity myself, oh... Closing my notebook in frustration having the whole class turn to me. A moment of silence, then they return to their desk, leaving me in an awkward situation. Samuel makes a hand signal asking what was wrong with me, but I just waved my hands acknowledging him that it is nothing to worry about. Looking at the wall clocks showing five more minutes to 4:30 p.m, our free time for club activity will start soon. Naomi was in art while Harry
"Let me go, Nelson!" Naomi harshly pulled away from him as soon as Lana and Samuel disappeared from their view. "What's wrong Naomi? What did I do to you that you despise me that much?.." "As I said. Nothing wrong, just stay away from my business." "No. It's not going to happen. I'm not going to let you go. At least I won't." "Don't make me repeat myself!" Holding up the rage buckling in her, she makes sure Nelson heard her well this time. "Stay. Away. From. Me." "NO." Nelson gets a hold of her arm before she gets the chance to run away again. "Give me a chance, let us prove that we are not meant to be together." Nelson hadn't staggered from his position, inoffensive by Naomi's harsh attitude toward him. "Give me a chance." He said, almost half whispering. As if the time had frozen, for a second, Naomi had listened to him. Their eyes locked, and a
The hot day of the day is beginning to subside as the sun is going down. Naomi and Nelson take a seat on the bench by the riverbank overlook from the bustling of the metropolitan Sillas City."Promise me, from now on, never turn your back on me again." He muttered.Naomi paused, staring into the eyes of a boy who wanted to be with her persistently, Naomi lost, the stone-cold heart of her melted a little by little, starting to warm her from the inside."Naomi..."The way he speaks her name awakens her soul. Urging her to feel human again. After the bad encounter with her uncle, she has no reason to be happy anymore.In her subconscious mind, man is a monster. Being strong, they only wanted to conquer the female and threaten the weakest.But...Why is there another one other than Samuel Jin in front of her, denying every thought that she had in a male?"Naomi? Hello? Are you alright?" Nelson waves to her face, trying to get her attention.Directing her view to the other side, Naomi sighe
In the heart of the most luxurious neighborhoods of Sillas City, the Hills of Moon Village is ironically stuck in a re-development that is still in progress after so many years due to the terrain.Thus, if there is the unurgent business to settle, the villager won't bother to go through the unwinding stairways alley just to get to the city as the basic essential supplies still can be acquired from the row of old shops which I barely remember, consist of a barbershop, little cafe, and a groceries martYet, Naomi is going through the same route daily to get to the school. I almost admired her strong will, looking back to check on Samuel, I had caught Samuel had been wiping away sweats many times."Are you alright, Sam?" I deliberately ask just to check whether he regrets his decision to go with me this morning."I'm good, watch your steps." In his breathy voice, he replied."We are almost there," I said, showing him the significant gate at the end of the alley.Ringing the bells, we are
"What?"Once again we are exclaiming the same question to the fact. There is really a bundle of newfound information that surprises us.Gently, Mrs. Jang pours the tea into our glass cups, her hands are steady in her age. Drawing back to her seat, her bitter smile reflected as the poignant memory resurface."Indeed, he is my half-brother. I don't pledge for Naomi, she has the reasons why she is ashamed to declare his own uncle." She demurred. "Growing up, he had always cast problems. Drugs, gambling, and debts from the loan shark, always gave my mother heartache and disappointment. My mother died soon later, having no one else to depends but for me, my family is living in hell soon afterward. " Tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to fall at any time."Aunty... it's alright. The bad memories are best left behind." Samuel puts his hands on hers, retaining her from being sad all over again."Son, as a mother, I'm alright, I'm strong. But, my pity daughter, Naomi's fate, is what brea
Good weather is a good day, I tell myself. Wiping away the droplets of sweat from my forehead, I push the left-ajar gate wide. "Naomi?" I called to her as I shut the gate properly behind me. Am I too early? I wondered; it seemed like even Mrs. Jang was not around either. I proceeded to the front door, and knocked, "Naomi?" The unlocked door sound startled me; Naomi was at the door. "Come in, my mom has gone to the market." She said as she held the door, letting me into her house. Naomi, how are you? I'm glad to see you again. " "I'm good." She replied in her cold undertones. Bolting the door behind me, she takes my hand, leading me into her bedroom, where we always spend time after school during the first year of middle school. Naomi's unusual behavior had me pondering the reason she called me in, yet I decided to hear her out. I take a look around. Her bedroom hadn't changed much, everything is in place and neat as usual. Books were sprawled on her study desk, indicating that
"Cheers to our Nelson first girl!!" They yelled joyously over the non-alcoholic cocktails. Glasses clinking. Naomi's cheeks were almost burned by the surprise arranged by Nelson at the private yacht club lounge belonging to his family.
It is past 10:30 pm after our late night revision class, I definitely disapprove of doing study at this hour. But this is the only way I can avoid getting home earlier, mom wouldn't be allowing me to go to Samuel's house for the sake of studying, and definitely, a boy coming to my house to study with me is a no-no. And so here am I, sitting on Samuel's passenger side, trying to stay awake on the 25 minutes drive home."You keep dozing off, Lana. Tired?" Asked Samuel while his gaze concentrates on the road."Hmm..."I mumbled, lazily turned to him, "Yeah, Luca have an episode again last night.""Just close your eyes then, I will wake you up later," Samuel suggested."Sure," I replied in brief. Silly, my eyelids are heavy, I would be glad to be granted 10 minutes of eyes close. I just don't want to be rude, having Samuel drive me home while I was asleep. Giving up on trying to stay awake, I let the slumber take me in.I was floating in a soundproof vicinity, allowing the waves to lull me
A quiet café by the lake.That was where we would meet.Nelson drop me at the venue, "Call me if you need anything." he said softly."I can call a taxi too, please don't worry," I said before closing the door."Sure," he said, trying to smile.The hours leading up to it passed in a haze. My hands trembled slightly as I smoothed down my dress.I wasn't sure why I was so nervous.Maybe because, for the first time in fifteen years, I would finally see the man I had loved more than anything.And he was alive.My heart hammering as I scanned the café.The grand glass windows framed the tranquil waters, while soft instrumental music played in the background with freshly brewed artisanal coffee lingered in the air.It was a place of quiet indulgence, yet somehow, as I stepped inside, I felt its echoes stirring in the silence.I was nervous but hopeful, dressed in a way that made me feel like myself again, like the girl who once dreamed of forever with Sam.When I finally saw him, standing by
For the first time in years, I woke up feeling… light.No lingering drowsiness from medication.No heaviness pressing against my chest.Just the quiet hum of the morning, the distant crash of waves against the shore, and the warmth of the sun filtering through the curtains.I sat up slowly, letting the realization settle in.I had slept.Truly slept.Without the aid of pills, without waking in cold sweats, without the weight of forgotten memories clawing at the edges of my mind.Since the day Nelson had taken me to the memorial park. He had stood by my side as I faced the past I never knew I had buried so deeply.The guilt, the unanswered questions, the fear of the unknown.Had finally begun to lift.I stepped out onto the balcony, the ocean stretching endlessly before me. The salty breeze kissed my skin, the crash of waves a soothing melody against the silence.For once, I felt calm.Not healed. Not whole.But calm.Everything was still sinking in. The truth about Naomi, the lies Jaso
"Because I killed him. I killed Bong, Lana!" she admitted with an evil mock.She stood there, the wind whipped around her, catching the loose strands of her hair.Gusts of wind send shivers through my frail body, but rather my lips tremble as I chooses to speak. "You didn't, you didn't...""Lana, I did. I was there." She responded. "I'm the one who removes the evidence; I try to keep him away from you, but my resentment for such an animal, I rather end his life."I feel it back then how my heart break at the truth that the murder of our school security guard who tried to harass me was done by Naomi.Naomi was indeed... trying to protect me.I was hoping it was a hoax, but the truth had been told by Naomi herself tore my heart apart even more."Naomi, why... why did you do that? You could have told me, and I would have been able to help you!""Lana, how could you possibly rescue me? He raped me, destroyed my life, and put my future in jeopardy! Tell me, have any peasants like me gotten
A faint hum of the engine and the sway of the car pulled me from the depths of sleep.My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, my limbs weighed down as if my body had sunk into the seat.The world outside the window blurred past in muted streaks of grey and green, shrouded in the soft glow of the morning light.I blinked, my mind struggling to catch up.The last thing I remembered was sitting at the dining table with Nelson, his voice low as he suggested something. But the memory was hazy, distorted, as if it belonged to someone else.A faint recollection of waking up sluggishly, getting ready with Mrs. Holland's help, and having breakfast darted across my mind, but not quite tangible.Panic coiled in my chest. I turned, my breath catching as I found Nelson beside me, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the armrest.His face was calm, but there was something guarded in the way his gaze flickered toward me before settling back on the road."You're awake." His voice was smooth, u
The guest room prepared for me was a surprising contrast to the rest of the antique grandeur mansion.The walls were painted a soft, muted grey, with a single abstract painting hanging above a sleek platform bed. The bed itself was low and modern, dressed in crisp silky white linens and a lightweight beige throw.Just clean lines and a calm, unpretentious aesthetic.A small bedside table held a simple lamp with a frosted glass shade, casting a warm and inviting glow.A single potted plant. A touch of green against the neutral palette stood on a narrow wooden shelf that ran the length of the wall.The floorboards gleamed too perfectly, polished wood, and the large window opposite the bed framed the darkness outside. A sheer white curtain drifted slightly with the cool night breeze, adding a touch of softness to the otherwise stark room.The warmth of the bath earlier had done little to ease the tension coiled tight in my chest.I lay awake staring at the ceiling, tracing invisible patte
The winding road felt endless, the hum of Nelson's motorcycle filling the silence between us. The city's glow had long since faded, replaced by the barren fields and a sky bloated with stars, an emptiness of the countryside.Trees lined the path, their shadows stretching ominously under the pale moonlight. My grip on Nelson's jacket tightened as the bike slowed, its headlight glaring at a wrought-iron gate.Nelson pulled off his helmet and reached for his phone. With a quick call, he muttered something I couldn't hear. Moments later, the gates creaked open, revealing a long driveway framed by hedges trimmed to razor-perfect lines casted by a soft golden glow of bulbs.The house at the end of the path loomed, grand yet secluded, with its aged wood and stone exterior.We rolled forward slowly, the bike's engine a low rumble that echoed in the still night. A figure waited by the entrance, an elderly woman, her posture straight and her hands clasped neatly in front of her. She had a calm y
I had been waiting for him.The moment the motorcycle roared into the car park, I knew Nelson had come. Relief swept over me, momentarily silencing the chaos around me.When Nelson dismounted his bike, pulling off his helmet, his eyes locked onto mine, unwavering and steady. "I'm here," he said simply, his voice firm but calm.I took a shaky breath, the decision already made long before he arrived. "Thank you," I whispered.I took a step toward him, my heart racing, but Jason's voice broke through the stillness, trembling and soft, like a whisper cracking under pressure."This isn't your business, Nelson." Jason snapped.Nelson tilted his head, an almost amused expression crossing his face. "Isn't it? But Lana asked me to help, Jason."Jerry, sensing the brewing storm, interfered, his voice calm but firm. "Let's not do this here."Nelson's expression hardened, his gaze locking on Jason. "I didn't come here to fight. But, Lana had asked for help."Jason's head snapped up, his face a mas
The cold concrete of the car park pressed up through my soles as if trying to root me in place, but my body moved forward, and the weight of unspoken words pressing down on my chest.Jason walked slightly ahead, his hand gripping my arm as though he feared I might slip away.Not tightly, but firm enough to remind me that, he was in control.Each step echoed the conflict in my heart.The medication effect had begun to fade, but I remained deliberately slow, dragging my feet as if the weight of my hesitation could anchor me in place.I glanced toward Jerry, who walked beside us with his medical bag slung over his shoulder, his face calm but watchful. His presence was the only tether holding me together, his earlier assurance repeating in my mind.Trust me. Stay calm.I wanted to stop, to refuse to take another step. But the pieces of my past clawed their way to the surface, dragging me back to my final year in medical school at Granata.Back then, I'd been trapped in a relationship with
The first thing I noticed was the soft golden light filtering through the curtains. It was late morning—much later than I ever slept. My body felt heavy, every movement sluggish, as if weighed down by invisible chains.Then Jason's voice broke through the fog."Lana," he called gently. His tone was soothing, warm, yet it grated on my nerves. I blinked, struggling to focus on his face. He sat beside me, leaning slightly forward, a faint smile curving his lips."There you are," he murmured, his fingers brushing my arm. "How are you feeling? Jerry medication helped you rest?"Medication. The word tugged at my hazy memories, the events before I'd drifted off felt distant, like a half-remembered dream.I tried to sit up, but the effort sent a wave of dizziness through me. Jason was quick to steady me, his hand firm on my shoulder."Easy," he coaxed. "No need to rush."I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "Jerry…" I croaked, the name slipping out before I could stop myself.Jason's expression di