"It's time to say goodbye now. We have to go, sweetie," Eunae called out gently.
"I don't want to go yet. I still want to play with Uncle Yunoh."
Yunoh looked at Eunae, who breathed a sigh, crouching down and settling her delicate hands on Mark's cheeks. "But it's time to go home, sweetie. It's already late."
But the little boy only shook his head, determined not to go home.
"Buddy, mommy has to rest, your fellow rainbows have already worn her out too much," Stephen added.
"But I still want to play," the little boy dolefully muttered, fidgeting the hem of his shirt.
"You can just come back and visit me again, mate," Yunoh eventually said, kneeling before the little boy, who adored him so much even with the few hours they spent together. He ruffled his hair and a calculated smile painted his lips when the little boy spoke.
"But I don't know when," Mark
E U D A I M O N I A(Greek) (n). a contented state of being happy and healthy and prosperous.The hardest part in leaving was not what you had left behind, but the thought that you could had spent a whole lifetime with the person you had left behind. And that was Eunae felt for the first few years when she packed her bags and flew to New York, leaving everything and everyone behind.The aftermath of having a broken heart was truly devastating. She was back to square one in trying to figure out who she really was, what she really wanted, and what she really needed.To put it simply, finding the pieces of herself she had lost was too tedious. It was waking up every single day questioning where she should begin only to be met by the same question the next morning.
F O R E L S K E T(Norwegian) (n.) the euphoria you experience when you're first falling in love."Drink this."Eunae's face instantly fell upon seeing the drinking glass filled with the liquid she hated the most."No, I'm not drinking that disgusting thing," she outright refused, shaking her head in utter disapproval."Little sunset, you have to. You and the little rainbows need this," Stephen coaxed with the gentlest tone she had ever heard him."No, we don't. We're perfectly fine," she mused her hands from her head to toe as if telling him they were alright. "See?""You are drinking this," he said sternly, having no room for any conversation.Shaking her head once again, sh
[MATURE CONTENT AHEAD: RATED 18]"I heard you hate me."Her body instantly relaxing with the familiar voice that soothed her vexation.Years had passed yet hearing his voice still never failed to send tingles to her body. But realizing she was supposed to be angry with him, she quickly struggled from his hold."Oh, yes, I do," she grunted, hostility evident from her tone.A chaste kiss landed on her neck and it almost flipped her emotions inside out."We both know you don't, little sunset," Stephen said softly, keeping his lips on the base of her neck.Shrugging, Eunae breathed an audible sigh, trying to keep her staggering bitchy aura in place, "Whatever, get off me.""Never."Eunae stifled a moan as soon as Stephen ran his tongue along the base of
R E D A M A N C Y(English) (n.) a love returned in full; the act of loving the one who loves you; to love and to be loved.[MATURE CONTENT AHEAD: R-18]Eunae knew Stephen never liked calling the deed as sex. He had always explained to her that sex had a lot of meanings-from describing a person; an organ; or an activity, and he did not want to label what they were having with a word too broad and often used too lightly as if it was nothing, when it was too important and too intimate for him.It might sound weird and lame to many, but it was probably one of the things that made him different from everybody else.Shrugging and mockingly titling her head side to side, she gave him a roll of the eyes. She was just in the mood to rile him up.He
Y U G T O(Filipino) (n.) a fundamental transition or development of a story or phenomenon."Tweachwer, mammam," The little girl mumbled as she held onto the hem of Eunae's dress while being slumped on the floor.Putting the tray down on the nearest table, Eunae crouched and lifted the little girl in her arms with a smile that reached her eyes, "Do you want some water, Wendy?"Almost instantly a soft chuckle left her lips the moment the little girl enthusiastically bobbed with her short little arms raised in the air.It was almost as if the young girl was incredibly too happy even to the point of pumping her fists midair. It was cute as Eunae took note of."Okay, okay, sweetheart, let's get you some water," Eunae said sweetly, walking to the built-
Suddenly, her train of thoughts was abruptly cut short when the piercing shriek made it into her ears. Almost immediately, she carefully put down Wendy and rushed to the little boy who was bleeding, his hand pressed against his forehead. "Alex, what happened, sweetheart?" Eunae asked calmly, trying to tuck the nervousness pricking her nerves that she herself was trembling from the sight before her. "Tweachwer, my h-hwead... table...I h-hwit my hwead," the little boy named Alex wept, pointing his finger at the gushing blood coming out from his open wound. Eunae's reflex was to instantly slump on the floor and cradle the little boy in her arms and place a hand over his bleeding forehead. "You accidentally hit your head on the corner of the table?" She asked gently, roaming her eyes around and trying to find the other assigned teacher for the class. Not exactly finding where her co-teach
[MATURE CONTENT: RATED 18+] A dysfunctional arranged marriage founded on the grounds of friendship, business, and love. What happens when the love is regrettably one-sided, and infidelity comes crashing the complicated and miserable whole ordeal of a narrative? Catastrophe. A series of broken hearts, broken dreams, and broken well-beings that will never be the same again. Eunae Kim had lived her whole life with Yunoh Lee, her best friend, whom she had always fought the world with. They had known each other since they were little, and from then on, had become each other's rock. There were a series of ups and downs along the way to maturity—a long, bumpy, rough road of testing everything they got to give in and eventually crumble into ashes like how the world wanted them to be. There were a couple of crestfallen setbacks that broke
O N S R A (Boro) (v.) to love for the last time; a bittersweet feeling of knowing that a love won't last. [TW]: mention of mental disorders/illness. "Eunae, come on now, you turtle head. We're going to be late!" "Oh crap! Wait! Hey-I said wait!" Swiftly giving her wrist a swipe, Eunae grumbled and frustratingly shook her head. It was 6:30 AM. The dazzling sun was just barely painting the whole horizon of the above, and coloring the lives of the awake, yet here they were, already sprinting to the bus stop with heavy bags slung around their shoulders and sweating with disheveled hairs. Their short lower limbs desperate to take bigger steps than what their feet could ever feasibly make
Suddenly, her train of thoughts was abruptly cut short when the piercing shriek made it into her ears. Almost immediately, she carefully put down Wendy and rushed to the little boy who was bleeding, his hand pressed against his forehead. "Alex, what happened, sweetheart?" Eunae asked calmly, trying to tuck the nervousness pricking her nerves that she herself was trembling from the sight before her. "Tweachwer, my h-hwead... table...I h-hwit my hwead," the little boy named Alex wept, pointing his finger at the gushing blood coming out from his open wound. Eunae's reflex was to instantly slump on the floor and cradle the little boy in her arms and place a hand over his bleeding forehead. "You accidentally hit your head on the corner of the table?" She asked gently, roaming her eyes around and trying to find the other assigned teacher for the class. Not exactly finding where her co-teach
Y U G T O(Filipino) (n.) a fundamental transition or development of a story or phenomenon."Tweachwer, mammam," The little girl mumbled as she held onto the hem of Eunae's dress while being slumped on the floor.Putting the tray down on the nearest table, Eunae crouched and lifted the little girl in her arms with a smile that reached her eyes, "Do you want some water, Wendy?"Almost instantly a soft chuckle left her lips the moment the little girl enthusiastically bobbed with her short little arms raised in the air.It was almost as if the young girl was incredibly too happy even to the point of pumping her fists midair. It was cute as Eunae took note of."Okay, okay, sweetheart, let's get you some water," Eunae said sweetly, walking to the built-
R E D A M A N C Y(English) (n.) a love returned in full; the act of loving the one who loves you; to love and to be loved.[MATURE CONTENT AHEAD: R-18]Eunae knew Stephen never liked calling the deed as sex. He had always explained to her that sex had a lot of meanings-from describing a person; an organ; or an activity, and he did not want to label what they were having with a word too broad and often used too lightly as if it was nothing, when it was too important and too intimate for him.It might sound weird and lame to many, but it was probably one of the things that made him different from everybody else.Shrugging and mockingly titling her head side to side, she gave him a roll of the eyes. She was just in the mood to rile him up.He
[MATURE CONTENT AHEAD: RATED 18]"I heard you hate me."Her body instantly relaxing with the familiar voice that soothed her vexation.Years had passed yet hearing his voice still never failed to send tingles to her body. But realizing she was supposed to be angry with him, she quickly struggled from his hold."Oh, yes, I do," she grunted, hostility evident from her tone.A chaste kiss landed on her neck and it almost flipped her emotions inside out."We both know you don't, little sunset," Stephen said softly, keeping his lips on the base of her neck.Shrugging, Eunae breathed an audible sigh, trying to keep her staggering bitchy aura in place, "Whatever, get off me.""Never."Eunae stifled a moan as soon as Stephen ran his tongue along the base of
F O R E L S K E T(Norwegian) (n.) the euphoria you experience when you're first falling in love."Drink this."Eunae's face instantly fell upon seeing the drinking glass filled with the liquid she hated the most."No, I'm not drinking that disgusting thing," she outright refused, shaking her head in utter disapproval."Little sunset, you have to. You and the little rainbows need this," Stephen coaxed with the gentlest tone she had ever heard him."No, we don't. We're perfectly fine," she mused her hands from her head to toe as if telling him they were alright. "See?""You are drinking this," he said sternly, having no room for any conversation.Shaking her head once again, sh
E U D A I M O N I A(Greek) (n). a contented state of being happy and healthy and prosperous.The hardest part in leaving was not what you had left behind, but the thought that you could had spent a whole lifetime with the person you had left behind. And that was Eunae felt for the first few years when she packed her bags and flew to New York, leaving everything and everyone behind.The aftermath of having a broken heart was truly devastating. She was back to square one in trying to figure out who she really was, what she really wanted, and what she really needed.To put it simply, finding the pieces of herself she had lost was too tedious. It was waking up every single day questioning where she should begin only to be met by the same question the next morning.
"It's time to say goodbye now. We have to go, sweetie," Eunae called out gently."I don't want to go yet. I still want to play with Uncle Yunoh."Yunoh looked at Eunae, who breathed a sigh, crouching down and settling her delicate hands on Mark's cheeks. "But it's time to go home, sweetie. It's already late."But the little boy only shook his head, determined not to go home."Buddy, mommy has to rest, your fellow rainbows have already worn her out too much," Stephen added."But I still want to play," the little boy dolefully muttered, fidgeting the hem of his shirt."You can just come back and visit me again, mate," Yunoh eventually said, kneeling before the little boy, who adored him so much even with the few hours they spent together. He ruffled his hair and a calculated smile painted his lips when the little boy spoke."But I don't know when," Mark
S A U D A D E(Portuguese) (n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains""Mark, stop running! I told you, no running once we arrive."Just then, the front door burst open with Eunha walking inside the house. A little boy running and leaping by her side excitedly and looking so pumped up."Sorry, grandma," The little boy said sheepishly. He scanned the house and quickly ran towards them, rendering Yunoh stupefied. "Mommy!"And just then, the world seemed to stop."I missed you, mommy!" The little boy continued to chirp. He even jumped into Eunae's arms excitedly."Oh sweetie, mommy missed you too. Were you with grandma all along?"
C A V O L I R I S C A L D A T I(Italian) (v.) the attempt to revive a long-finished love affair.Waking up disgruntled, the noises downstairs had Yunoh frantically move around to fix himself. There were clanking of the kitchen utensils, a few excited greetings of "hi, hello, we missed you," and a handful of sobs seemingly infiltrating the conversations they were having.By the time he looked presentable, his palms could not stop sweating and his heart would not stop pounding irrationally fast as if any moment from then it would burst and leave his chest. With defined bags under his eyes, he eagerly took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down.Truthfully, he had been up since 6:00 AM. Yunoh did not know but preparing the clothes he would wear and the lines he would say