mother of god
Hanhwa scanned over the room, the white walls looked a little bit too plain for the ones he’s used to, he’s not sure if this was a good thing. He was waiting for someone, but he doesn’t know who. Will it matter if he knows who it was? He doubts it, he doesn’t know anybody else except his parents, brothers that are now dead. The memories of the previous night still etched in his brain and he gulped down the bile that’s forming in his throat. He has heard that the world is vast and big surely, the monster that ripped his family apart (quite literally) isn’t here.
When he heard the door open, he turned his back to the figure. She was well, beautiful, elegant and prim. Everyone is beautiful compared to him, an ugly mass of meat, he remembers that was what his brother called him and he doesn’t know the meaning of that word. Wide doe eyes blinked blankly at her, unsure to make of the situation. What did that driver say whenever he meets a new person? “Nice to...meet you?” his voice soft and unsure, raising his eyebrow to question whether he was allowed to speak or not.
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