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
"Yunoh, what the hell! No foods allowed. Can't you read that, you moron?" Eunae hissed with the softest voice she could ever have.They were doing a trigonometry assignment in the library when she found out Yunoh sneaked in some chips in his bag. It was not long enough when he began eating them one by one, while snapping his head left and right, looking ever so foolishly as if trying not to be caught."Oh, come on, there's no freaking way they would see me.""Of course, they won't see you," Eunae muttered sarcastically with a smile, rolling her eyes, and clasping her hands together on top of the table. "They would only hear you because you eat like a goddamn pig! At least, close your mouth!""Whatever you say, sunshine!" He yelled playfully, quickly earning them a loud sneer of 'be quiet!' from the librarian that made them snort."Gosh, Yunoh, what are you even doing," Eunae slap
"Hey sunshine, you good?""Yup," Eunae lied, trying to mask the lonely tone dripping from her voice.It was her birthday, probably one of the happiest days she had always looked forward to. But with the unprecedented change of how her world had turned upside down, the most awaited day that was usually filled with glitters and rainbows and a hundred more memories of laughter was nothing, but a dull normal day.It seemed unimportant enough not to be even remembered. If anything, she honestly wanted to forget it and all the previous birthdays she had before this.Everything was running business as usual just like how the recent years had been. She was at home right after school, while her mother was busy building their company from square one to provide her a better future.Eunae was more than happy that her mother had already recovered and began living than merely existing. It took
M U T T E R S E E L E N A L L E I N(German) (adj.) To be utterly and extremely alone and lonely that no one could even find you or reach for you, physically and mentally.Over the years, a lot has changed, most especially between Eunae and Yunoh.They were more mature now and have been building their own paths to reach their dreams. Yunoh had been taking over their company, the same way Eunae did for theirs.Who would have thought that after a few years, they would be where they were now? Handling huge companies that provided means of living not only for their families, but also for hundreds if not thousands of people working for them. Maybe above all, was making use of the same surname not only on legal documents, but rather in a daily basis of merely being addressed.Eunae h
[TW]: implication of rape[Flashback]"Is there anything wrong?" Eunae asked, quite warily. The atmosphere during the car ride home was unfamiliarly cold and distant. It was both terribly and questioningly odd that even though he was just right beside her, she felt as if he was a mile away out of her reach.Yunoh furiously went inside their new home and banged the door shut, "You don't know?""I don't know why you're so angry. Tell me what's happening," Eunae almost begged, letting the hem of her wedding dress lick the floor as she chased after him."Fuck off!" He yelled, pushing her forcefully that she fell to the ground. "I trusted you, I fucking trusted you! Goddamn it!""What are you even saying? I don't understand!""Cut the bullshit!" Yunoh roared, forcefully pulling her up by the arm. He pushed her agains
"Place it down, you're going to tire yourself.""I can handle this, it's not too much work."Yunoh took the dirty plates from Daeun and shook his head, "I don't want to risk it."Baffled with the unusual view before her, Eunae weaved her brows together as she quietly scrolled down her contacts. Yunoh had always been protective towards Daeun, but it was too bizarre to see him become way overprotective overnight."Babe, it's fine, I'll do the dishes."Shrugging, Eunae continued to scroll down her contacts before sending a text message. She had to move the family dinner since Daeun did not seem to have any plans on leaving any time soon.It would be too much work to push through with the simple gathering when Yunoh would most likely cancel it if he were too preoccupied with his mistress. She would just be wasting her time on nothing.Swiftly
L I E F D E S V E R D R I E T(Dutch) (n.) the sadness, depression, or pain one feels about a love unanswered or love that is gone.As the sun left the horizon and the moon and the stars stole its rightful place, Eunae found herself still crouched in the corner of the dark hotel room without any food in her stomach nor any blink of sleep.Her mind continued to race with the miserable events that took place in her life, her heart falling into irreparable pieces remembering the news she received earlier on that stabbed her like a knife, and her throat closing in with the lump of breath caught up within.She basked in pain as she berated herself with multitudinous questions about the choices she had made, actions she had done, opportunities she did not take, feelings she had suppressed,
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