january 30th
i’m a survivor.
that too had been the very important notion she held dear to her as it was the only way for her to preserve herself.
“you’re so goddamn fucking selfish, you don’t care about anyone but yourself.” she knew those words were something she would never allow to get to the best of her, never letting her brick wall crumble down as she was living the past twenty years of her life just fine. to escape death was a dangerous action and eventually, yoon bora would have to face the price she had to pay for breaking away from her destiny—but much much worse as she ever imagined, her fault for underestimating it.
whether if it was manipulating people for her own advantage or being the bitch she mostly depicted herself to be—there was never wrong with being yourself, right? but was that really the yoon bora she thought of herself to be? to begin with, it never was. the warm-hearted girl she used to know, she awfully missed and the muse tormented her in the inside.
no one realizes the awful things they’ve truly done or how life precious is until their on their death bed, literally. only now did she realize what she had done, those precious lives she took away and the family they could of had that was looking for them—but no, they were simply dead because of a killer who got away, yoon bora.
selfish. murderer. bitch. manipulative. verbatim repeated, she never got sick of hearing it but she was fragile and ill, her heartbeat was gone by the minute that knife pierced straight into her heart.
it was january 30th and she was only twenty years old.
the greatest ending—really, dying on your birthday.
revenge was sweet, a cycle of hatred would only be continued from then on and never end.