PROLOGUE 1
THE PAST: ALMOST 20 YEARS AGO
The sky looks the prettiest shade of blue. The scattered white fluffy clouds look so squish worthy. The autumn has finally hit the beautiful colours that it always carries away with it. The green grass and trees look like they are about to give out on the life in them because of the torturous winter of spikes and no warmth.
The woman sitting on the bench in a park near by where she lives with her friend looks up at the sky. She loves clouds, loves making out different things from the funny shapes of clouds. She has been sitting there since the sun turned warm. She will miss this warmth, making her hate winters more than she already does. Her white dress loosely hangs on her soft body, the soft wind caressing the material as she finds it lightly touching the baby bump she's hiding under the loose gown. She's seven months pregnant right now, due in two months if there's no complications.
With her weak hand she caresses her bump, she can't wait to meet what she's carrying with her inside her for all these months. The baby is the only being she finds her family. The fate of the child might not be the greatest considering it's going to grow without knowing who its father is. It's better if it stays like that. Only she and her friend knows who the father is, the love of her life who gave her the child but couldn't become a dad to the child. It's better if he himself doesn't know that his lover is pregnant with his child.
She sighs heavily at the complications of the fate that she and her child might have to go through. She could've tied her lover to her after telling him that she's expecting his child, she could've at least told him about it. But it only could've happened if he came to see her at least once after they separated. They were ready to run away from this place forever, who knows he must've been with her right now at some better place but he never came. It's been almost a year.
He knows that she's with her friend, he knows the place and he knows where to find her but he didn't try again. It's like he doesn't care anymore. And she's still where he left her.
"Here, your favorite coffee," she hears some female saying this to her.
Turning to the side carefully, she looks at her best friend sitting next to her. The friend is an average looking woman with thick framed specs on her nose and her hair cut into short bob.
"Thank you so much," the pregnant lady thanks her and grabs the coffee cup carefully, It's like a ritual. She only loves the coffee that her friend makes for her.
She brings the coffee cup up to her mouth and sips from it, delicious as always. She hums in satisfaction, feeling her body easing. Grabbing the cup tightly in her hold, she asks her friend to make her stand up. She herself can't do it at all. She doesn't even know where does all this weakness come from. She has been eating healthy, taking in her meds properly and getting enough sleep. She's kind of grateful she has her friend with her at least.
As she gets up from the bench, She breathes out heavily. She keeps her body moving in one way or another to not become any more weaker, She needs to be strong for the delivery. She wants to see her child, be a mother and see her child grow in front of her eyes.
The park they're at isn't very crowded. She walks to the flowerbed with her one hand holding the cup and other one holding her bump to support the weight of the baby. Her soft hair teases her cheeks but she finds it refreshing. She smiles to herself seeing the flowers all bloomed like it's the last time they're living-
A loud crash startles her as she looks at her front towards the main road. There are cries and the crowd is gathering around something or someone?
Her eyes squint to see a man lying on the road as he struggles to get up. Due to crowd around, she couldn't see the face of the man. It looks like it's some accident.
"Minyeon!" her best friend screams her name from behind her.
"Looks like it's some accident," she tells her friend who adjusts her specs on her nose bridge again.
"We should go inside. It's the time for your medicines," she says and Minyeon nods, still worrying about the man crying at the road.
"C'mon," the friend says, grabbing her hand.
They both turn around and start walking towards where they live together.
The man still cries on the road as the ambulance's siren wails around and a pair of eyes hidden behind the thick framed specs turned around and looked at the scene. These eyes don't hold pity or sympathy, they hold a lie, a truth only they know.
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