Jinri was your typical good girl. A clean criminal record (in fact, anything remotely criminal was never on her mind), a bubbly demeanour, a heart of gold and all that topped off with being among the top ranked students in her year. It was her first year in university, and everything was overwhelming. From the number of people to the types of people. She’d made new friends and was looking for more. That’s what she told herself when she had been convinced to go to one of the annual fraternity parties. She’d been warned beforehand that “frat parties will either make you, or break you.”
And that party? It broke her.
Correction: It broke him. (Indirectly that broke her.) No – not it, she. She broke him. She broke herself him beyond repair. But no one believed it was an accident, that was it was adrenaline and fear at its finest, not even when her cheeks stained with tears at his funeral. They spitefully whispered behind her back, about how she was putting up an act, she wasn’t really crying for him. Of course she wasn’t. (He was just as much of a monster as she was.) She was crying for herself.
It’s been a week since her trial, and she promised herself she’d move on. Time would heal all wounds.
(Or tear them open with every breath she took.)
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