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[TOP Scenario] When 'The Cracks Remain'

‘You can fix a broken mirror but the cracks will always remain.’

The skies are dark, heavy with the low riding clouds. The only sounds that you can hear is the rain tattering against the window pane. The sky is crying when you are unable to shed tears. You think that maybe you have grown numb to every emotion. You’re so used to people leaving you without a word, used to believing that disappointment will always be the outcome of relationships. 

You think that maybe there’s something wrong with you. There has to be something wrong with you—like something has been placed in the wrong spot in your genetic code to make other people want to leave your side. You stare down at your shattered reflection—broken glass pieces scattered across the floor. ‘Cry. Show any kind of emotion. Do something!’ you tell yourself. The expression that stares back is blank. An absolute blank canvas.

Your boyfriend sighs and runs his hands through his hair. He thinks that you can’t be this emotionless. It’s just not possible for a human to hold back this much. Grabbing his coat, he brisks past you.

“Please don’t leave,” you whisper.

The words tingle at your spine causing you remember the last time you said that sentence. The image of your parents walking away from you is something that you have tried to forget. They left you alone and never came back for you. You don’t know whether they’re alive or dead. Sad as it may seem, you prefer the latter—it gives you a reason as to why they have never tried to find you. It was the first chip in your small heart that started to grow over time. With each person that came in and left to never be seen again, the hole just grew larger and more fragile. 

Your heart is just not made to love. It’s barely holding itself together. This might be the last crack to break it all down—to break whatever you had left going for you.

“Tell me what you want,” you say. “just don’t leave.”

So many have left before him and he is no different. He doesn't take a look back at you as the door closes behind him. The mirror that is broken on the floor is staring back at you. A mirror that your mother left you--the only thing that your parents left you is in pieces. Reaching out to put the mirror back into one piece, there's a familiar voice that calls out your name. You look around your apartment but there is nobody in sight. The voice brings comfort to your ears--like you've heard it since you were little. Leaning down to the mirror, your eyes become wide as the voice gets louder and louder as you are just a couple of centimeters away from the broken glass. The sound tires your eyes and soon--all of your senses dull--numbing yourself from the cruel reality that you have lived in for so long.

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'We should've taken her with us from the beginning. She thinks that we abandoned her,' a woman's voice is faintly heard in the background.

'She was safer in that world than this one,' a young man says.

'Then we should've let her come back sooner. Everything is over now. It's been over for so long--'

You groan a bit as you sit up and open your eyes. Your head is pounding to the beat of a drum and as you look around--the brightness of the room is blinding. Everything is white--like a castle made of ice. There's a middle-age couple and a young man, dressed as if they came out of a Cinderella novel, standing near the doorway. The woman's eyes glistens as she rushes to your side. She hold yours hands within her own and kisses them. You immediately pull away because you don't recognize her. You don't know any of the people in the room.

"Where am I?" you ask and scoot back towards the wall. 

The young man answers, "Home."

You scoff and mumble to yourself, "Home? I haven't had a real home since I was born." Looking up at the three people, you ask, "Then, who are you people? Why am I here?" Freaking out should probably be one of the first emotions you should be feeling but there was none of that. Despite the hammer in your head, you are calm and relaxed--which is a bit unsettling considering you are in a place you've never seen in your life.

The woman speaks, almost at the brink of tears, "Y-your--mom. I--I'm your mother. He's your dad." She points to the older gentleman standing beside her. 

You shake your head. "No--no way. Y--You're kidding, right?" you ask, incredulously. Pinching your skin, you want to believe that this has to be a dream, a nightmare even. It hurts but it doesn't hurt as much as knowing that you're parents were alive and well--not to mention living in an ice castle like royalty. "There's no way that you two are--" you grip onto the covers of the bed that you're sitting. "Then who is he? My brother?" You ignore the urge to scream and ask why they left you alone--if they are indeed your parents.

"I'm Seunghyun. A friend of your parents," he bows his head to you as if you are politically ranked higher than he is.

You dig your face into the palms of your hands. It feels like an information overload that you are hestitant to believe. As you lift your head, you see a mirror hanging on the wall. It is the same mirror as the one that was broken. You stand up from your seat and walk to the mirror, surprised at what you see when you look through it. The image as you stare through the mirror is of your apartment. "How is this possible," you say to yourself. You reach out and touch the face of the mirror but your fingers travels right through the glass. 

"We had to send you over to that world because it wasn't safe here. You weren't safe here. You're okay now though--" the older man says.

"Just because you say that I should be okay--doesn't mean that the scars aren't still there," you finally snap. "I've lived 25 years of my life without knowing if you people are alive or dead. You can't expect me to erase all of those years with the snap of my fingers. It doesn't work like that. Cracks of the heart don't heal that way!"

The words that you vented hurt them--you know that it hurts for them to see you this way. It's not that you want to reject them but it's so hard to accept them right now--at this point in your life--it's hard to accept any person.

"Is it okay if I have a few moments with her?" Seunghyun asks. The older couple reluctantly nod and leave the room. Seunghyun stands next to you and has a rather poised demeanor. His posture is straight, hands to the side--almost like he has had a military background. "It was my idea to send you away," he starts. "To send you to that world."

"Worlds. You talk like this is another dimension."

"It is. The one across the mirror was the safest one that I could provide. It wasn't the ideal as you have experienced but again--it was the safest option at that time."

"So what are you? A royal guard for those two people?"

"Somewhat of a royal guard. I suppose you can call it that but my duty is your protection and your's alone."

You laugh, "Great job with that, Seunghyun. You get a gold star."

"You are feeling bitter against us, am I not wrong?" Seunghyun asks. He speaks with such grace and dignity in comparison to yourself. The once calm nature that you felt when you awoke is no longer in effect. You feel anger and resentment towards these people. 

"Just wake me up from this nightmare," you sigh and slide your back down against the icy walls.

He follows and sits down next to you, "But you were in a nightmare yourself--on the other side of the mirror. You thought you were alone all this time but we've been watching. We kept an eye on you to make sure you were safe. We just didn't know how you would react when we brought you back." 

"I hope they didn't expect me to welcome them with open arms."

"It doesn't hurt to give them a hug. You are not the only one with scars to show. We all missed you."

You look at Seunghyun. There's a sense of familiarity within him that you did not see until now. "You said that you had to send me away--why? Why was it not safe here? Ogres running about or something?"

He laughs with the back of his hand covering his mouth, "No. No ogres. There was a war between houses. There were killings of any one in line to the throne. Your life was at stake. The tipping point was on the night of the one-month anniversary of your birth, an assassin entered into your room--dagger in hand." Seunghyun lifts his right hand. A darkened patch of skin sits between his thumb and index finger. "Went straight through."

Your fingers graze across the scarring on his hand. "You saved my life." 

"You are worth saving," he says it in a way so that it seems his whole life's purpose is devoted to your protection. "Don't hate your parents for the decision I made for them. You should hate me."

You look towards the empty doorway. You are not insensible to the fact that your parents are alive. As a matter of fact, you are more than thrilled but it doesn't mask the fact that you can wipe away your past and make a clean slate. Opening up to a person is not something you do often. If you had grown up in a different environment--maybe it wouldn't be an issue but you didn't. You grew up alone. Being alone is all that you know. 

"I don't hate you or them--" you try to explain. "I'm just afraid that if I accept them, they'll leave me again. I mean--you watched me, you know how my life went. Everyone leaves me. I'm always alone."

Seunghyun looks at you. He sees the broken soul that is afraid to trust any one. For the life that you have lived, he knows how difficult it must be for you to process all of this. He takes a deep breath and slides his hands into yours. "I stake my life on this--from now on--you won't be alone. We won't leave you--I won't leave you ever again."

And slowly the cracks within your heart began to seal.

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Requested by Anonymous! This scenario took a bit longer to write. At first, I thought it was going to be easy because it's SO ANGSTY and I love writing ANGST. Don't know what happened to me.  I hope you liked it, Anon!!!

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[TOP Scenario] When You Meet for the First Time

Author’s Note— I write in Korean for some parts of this story (I prefer to write it out rather than phonetically spell it out in English.) Although, if you hover over the Korean word, it will show what I'm writing in case you can't read Korean!

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Bowing your head, you embarrassingly tuck strands of your hair behind your ear. What you would rather do is hide under a bus so that it can run over your humiliating self thousands of times until your face is unrecognizable. "I'm so sorry!" you look up, thinking that maybe you should speak to him in his native tongue but you don't even know a word of his language.

"이름이 뭐야?" he says as he dusts off his suit. Your mouth drops. Your job description definitely said that you didn't have to know Korean and that you are just suppose to teach him English. Quickly turning the pages of your translation book to find what he's saying, you can feel the regret of taking on this impossible task. English is something that you are good at--it's practically the only thing that you do well in. You didn't think this would be your job right out of college. "한국말 못 해?" he asks, tiredly. 

He's going too fast and you didn't even catch what he said first. You're flustered and you know that your face shows everything. "Seunghyun-sshi--" Before you can finish, he purses his lips together and brisks past you. His white dress shirt is stained red from the drink that he spilled onto himself when you bumped into him. You're left standing in his living room. He seems angry and you picture him walking into his office, calling his manager to get you fired immediately. You’re soon realizing that you really, really lack in so many ways. Your first job is a disaster. You manage to get someone to hate your very existence within the first five minutes of meeting him. Maybe your parents are right—maybe you should’ve majored in Finance and work in an office cubicle like the rest of the family. 

Seunghyun comes back out from one of the rooms with a new shirt on and throws his stained dress shirt onto the couch. He has a pained expression as he stares at you--like he's disappointed in what he sees. It's a look that you're not at all too unfamiliar with. Pointing to the left door down the hallway, he sighs and walks out the front door.

You're left standing in his home by yourself. Walking to the door that he pointed to earlier, you turn the doorknob and find a meticulously neat bedroom. When you applied to be an English teacher, it said that housing will be provided. You didn't realize that this meant housing with your student. You've already failed to establish a good relationship with Seunghyun. You don't even want to know what he thinks of you. Foolish. Clumsy. Useless. The list can go on. 'I should just quit,' you think. It's easier than staying in a house with someone that hates you.

After unpacking your clothes, you peek outside the doorway and still find that Seunghyun is not at home. The stained white dress shirt still sits on the couch. "It's a white shirt--easily fixed," you say to no one. You look through the house for bleach. Grabbing the bottle from the linen closet, you head to the bathroom to hand wash away the stain. It easily comes out as the red stain disappears. You smile--at least one thing goes right today. The shirt dries in about an hour and you finish by ironing the creases. Folding the dress shirt neatly, you place it back on the couch where Seunghyun first left it. Hearing the door lock beeping, you run back into your room--not wanting to be the first thing that Seunghyun sees when he comes home. He'll probably be disappointed that you haven't left the country yet. 

Moments later, a note slides under the door, "밥". You stare at the symbol and grab your translator book, looking up the word that he wrote. 'Rice.' Peeking out into the hallway, you don't see anyone but you do find the kitchen table stocked with traditional dishes. Looking around, you still don't see anyone. It is so likely of you to have your first meal in Korea alone. Taking the first bite into the rice, the overwhelming sadness is trying hard to push you over the edge. Sitting at the grand table with numerous amounts of different types of dishes can't make anyone happy if there isn't someone to eat it with them. Eating alone really is one of the worst things in the world.

Before you go back into your room after eating dinner, you pack up all of the leftovers but notice that the shirt that you folded is gone. You're hoping that he accepted your apology and try not to think that maybe he threw it in the trash somewhere.

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The next morning, you wake up early to prepare for the day's lesson. You clear off the kitchen table and set the books down, organizing today's exercises. Shaking off your nerves, you swallow and try not to think about the disappointing look on Seunghyun's face. It reminds you of your parents--of how they never approve of the choices you make in life--or the path that you choose to walk. Hearing footsteps walking towards the dining room, you brace on a smile.

"Good Morn--"

"I don't need you to teach me English," Seunghyun interrupts and leans on the edge of the wall. In fluent English, he replies to you. Gripping onto the books that sit on top of the table, you're trying to piece things together. How is it that he knows English but didn't mention it yesterday? He understood every word that you said but didn't show it. Why are you here when he doesn't need the help?

"I just found no use to speak it which is why my manager assumed I needed a tutor."

You're adding gullible to the list of your undesirable qualities. Nodding, you pack up your books, papers, and pens. Your jaw is clenched so that you don't let your emotions show on your face but it's hard. It's difficult being in a country that you know nothing about--to get a job and realize that it's not what you are hoping for--to get tricked--it's hard to just live. Seunghyun stops you from walking back into your room by lightly grabbing onto your arm.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his head leaning down to your height.

You nod, looking away from him so that he doesn't see the tears that are starting to form. "Fine," you manage to say. "I'll go pack. I'll be out of here in an hour or so."

"No--you don't have to leave. I didn't mean it like that," he tries to explain.

You're usually composed and calm. It isn't in your nature to lash out at someone but the stress got to you this time--it's the only time when life is just too much for you to handle. "Then what did you mean, Seunghyun? You know English. I was hired to teach you English. There's no point for me to be here. There's no purpose for me to be here." 

Holding your books tightly against your chest, your last comment meant more than just being in Korea. The truth is that you never felt like you belonged--anywhere. Your parents always made you feel that you were different--like you were the black sheep. Your friends barely count up to the fingers on one hand. When you thought that going to Korea might be a stepping stone to something greater in your life--you never expected this. You never expected Seunghyun. 

"You don't have to leave though. I'm not kicking you out," he says, his arm still lightly holding onto you.

"And why is that? There's nothing for me here. My job is done," your eyes downcast as you watch crystal-like tears fall to the ground. Wiping them away, "Why are you trying to stop me? You hate me. Shouldn't you want me to leave?"

Seunghyun lets go of your arm, "You think I hate you?"

Nodding your head, you could've sworn that he wanted your very being to disintegrate into a million pieces.

"Because of the shirt?" he asks and again, you nod. 

He steps back and sighs, "Sorry, yesterday didn't go as planned. It--It was-- a bad day. A really bad day."

You agree. Bad days are a norm for you. Still, you don't see what he's implying, "Look, is there a point to all of this? I think it's best if I just leave as soon--"

"No--no wait," he steps in front of you. "It was embarrassing."

You make a face, confused. "What do you mean by embarrassing? If anything--I was the one that was--is--still am embarrassed."

"Didn't you think I was an alcoholic that can't even hold a cup of wine?" he asks, incredulously.

"No. No of course not. Didn't the words clueless, incompetent, disappointing float around your head after your first interaction with me?"

"Not in the least."

You let your guard down for a bit, "Then why did you leave and make me eat by myself? I thought I did something wrong--I was sure of it."

"Like I said--I was embarrassed and I thought you didn't want to eat me with me."

"Okay, fine. Let's say that this misunderstanding cleared up--as crazy as it does sound-- why do you want me to stay? You know English."

"Teach me another language," he says of ease--as if it's the easiest thing in the world.

Your mouth drops, "Besides my native tongue, I can only speak, read, and write English. Not to mention that my native tongue is not actually a language. It's an art. The art of food."

He smiles at you. A sincere smile where it's even shown in his eyes. There's a little sparkle in them as if he's happy that you can crack a joke at a time like this. "Good."

"Good?" you're beyond stumped now.

"Because eating alone can be one of the worst things in the world."

For a moment, you just stare at Seunghyun. Your mouth is slightly open from the words that he said. They're familiar because you repeat them endless in your head at every meal. For him to say the same thing must be that he has been alone all this time as well. With that sentence, your walls drop and the word, disappointment, clears from your head. 

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[TOP Scenario] Drabble: Sky, Hat, Anxious

You stare up at the sky while sitting on a bench outside of the airport. You're avoiding all of the fans that are coming to see his group land today. One plane soars overhead and you feel the wind pass by quickly as the plane descends. You wonder if that's his plane. A smile slips through your lips as you wait outside for a glimpse of Seunghyun. Your Seunghyun.

Emotions arise as you think about him. Does he miss you? What's he going to say first after not being able to see each other for so long? Did he want some ice cream? Maybe you should buy him some ice cream. You laugh to yourself, knowing how much he hated your nickname for his blue hair. Then again, you wonder if his hair is still blue. 

A few moments later, your phone goes off as updates of Seunghyun finally getting off the plane. You look through the photos that fans are quickly uploading as one picture is taken after another. He looks grumpy. So grumpy. "Why the long face, Seunghyun? No ice cream on the plane?" you laugh at your own silly joke. "I should really stop saying ice cream. He's going to kill me."

Seunghyun hides his face under a dark blue baseball hat. It doesn't conceal his identity as much as he would like since fans are already snapping away with their cameras and phones. He turns his head from left to right, he doesn't smile because he is looking for someone. Of course, being you, he knew that you wouldn't dare step into the airport with thousands of fans around. He would have to look carefully. 

More pictures fill up your phone as you scroll through each one. Wearing the red leather jacket and dark wash jeans, his expression is becoming more anxious. You're always waiting at the airport when he comes back home but each time you wait in a different location. It's a game that you play to see if he can always find you. To see if he can find you-- one person out of a thousand.

Pulling out his phone, he dials your phone number. You look down at your phone at the caller ID. 'Ice Cream Head.'

By now, he's walked out of the airport and waiting for the car to come around. Your eyes light up as you see how frantically he is looking for you. Answering his call before it drops, you tease the poor boy.

"Good morning, Sunshine."

"You're not here," his voice is making you melt. You watch as he turns his head to the right, showing off the famous left side of his face. The jawline is clenched and the smooth muscles of his neck is protruding. You hope a fan took an image of that motion because it would make a nice wallpaper on your phone.

"Of course, I'm here. Can't find me?" you ask. He can picture you smiling through the phone.

"Are you inside or outside? If it's inside, I have to go back and look."

"I'll give you a clue," you sit up straight from your seat to get a better look at Seunghyun. He's surrounded by fans as he whispers into his phone to talk to you. "It's really bright where I am. There's this shining star in front of me. So bright that it's blinding."

"Star? It's morning. There's no stars out--

"There's only one out right now," you tell him. Your soft laugh dances in his ears as he catches on to what you mean.

"Always so sneaky. You really like playing these games, don't you?" he asks as he finally looks in your direction. Sitting alone on the bench from across the street, the only thing that he wanted to do at the moment is run over there and hold you in his arms. Surprisingly, you stand up and make your way over to where he is.

"It's what you love about me, isn't it?"

His smile is radiating. Your star is radiating. With his manly charms, you can't help but feel magnetized towards him. Weaving yourself in between the countless number of fans, you come close enough to him without exposing your relationship with Seunghyun. You hand him a gift bag just like any other fan.

"A gift?" he asks. "Shouldn't I be the one showering you with gifts?"

Your eyes twinkle as you answer, "You're so glum looking. Put a smile on for your fans. I was going to buy you blue ice cream but considering how much you hate how I call you ice cream, enjoy the bananas. And smile Seunghyun! They waited hours for you," you tell him over the phone and back away from all of the fans.

"What about me? I waited days to see you."

"A couple more minutes won't hurt, Mr. Ice Cream," you stick your tongue out at him and hang up.

"Yah!" he screams after you before being ushered into the van with the other members.

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[TOP Scenario] When He Surprises You

You watch the clock at the airport as you see the time slowly pass by. It feels like hours when it has only been minutes.  You message Seunghyun that you have arrive and that the plane will board in 45 minutes. You smile as you look through pictures that both of you have taken over the past year. You know that it's only a week away from Seunghyun but you already miss him. Seeing your family again after a year is something you're nervous about. They don't know that you are dating Seunghyun. You hid it from them because you have never been open about your personal life. 

You dread the questions, the looks, the 'why did he choose you' words, that your family will give you once they find out so you hid it from them. It is just easier to avoid than to hear hurtful words. Seunghyun doesn't mind. He knows that when you are ready to tell your family, he will be there beside you.

'Flight 512 to Los Angeles, California will now be boarding.'

Hearing the intercom go off, you stand up and put on your carry-on backpack. You take out your phone and message Seunghyun to tell him that you're boarding the flight. 'Getting on the plane now. See you in one week!' Shutting off your phone, you hand the flight attendant your boarding pass.

"Miss. We have a couple of First Class seats open and since you came early, our airlines would like to offer you a free upgrade."

Your eyes widen at the news. "There's no catch?" you ask curiously. She shakes her head no. There is a bit of skepticism but you agree and take the new boarding pass that she gives you. Finding your window seat, you place your backpack under the seat in front of your and put on your seat belt.

After a couple of minutes, the rest of the plane is completely boarded. You notice that first class is quieter than sitting in coach class. The last person to board was the seat next to you. He sits down and you notice that he's wearing a white face mask as well as shades and a black beanie. Figuring that the man just has a cold, you lean your head on the plane walls and look out the window as the plane increases speed. Suddenly, you take notice of how your free hand is being held tightly by the passenger next to you. Your mind is running a million things at once with the touch of his hand but you try to pull away.

"I'm not much of a flyer," he says. You find a familiarity within the sound of his voice.

"Seunghyun?" you recognized his voice through the mask but take note of his lie. Not much of a flyer? He flies everywhere... Japan and even New York. "What are you doing here? No, let me rephrase, why are you here?"

He takes off his face mask and you see him grinning from ear to ear. "One week is too long."

You can't help but return the gesture and smile back at him. Happy with the surprise, you ask, "Seriously though... why are you here?"

"Part two of the surprise is a secret."

Tilting your head, you don't know what to say. Seunghyun has never been much of a person to give you surprises and neither were you. You both live quiet lives so for Seunghyun to fly with you all the way to California said a lot about how much he cares for you. "And how many parts to this surprise are there?" Seunghyun holds up three fingers.

"Two more to go."

You slightly laugh at him and hold onto his hand tightly. "I wish you didn't tell me that there were more surprises."

He turns his body to face you, "Why?"

You place your hands at the edge of his face and pull him down for a kiss on the lips. "Because this is a 12 hour flight. I'm not known to be very patient." He ruffles your hair like a little kid. 

As you finally open your eyes after falling asleep halfway through the flight, you find that the plane is about to land. Seunghyun places his arm around your shoulder and lets your head lean on his chest. He holds up two fingers, signaling surprise number two is coming up soon. You smile at the gesture but still finding it sweet that he went through all of this just to make you happy. You always know that Seunghyun cares deeply for you. He is very much like you in the fact that he's private with what happens in his life.

"So where are we going?" you ask as you leave the airport in a rental car. 

He laughs with you while driving, "You really are impatient. So cute." Holding your hand on top of the steering wheel he says, "Try looking at the road signs."

You do as he says. None of the road signs show anything that would give you a clue. After 20 minutes in the car, you see the road sign that Seunghyun is talking about. 'Disneyland'. You have never been. Your friends weren't much of amusement park people and neither did your family ever take you. You remember telling Seunghyun this when you first met. The thought that touches you is that he remembers. That little ounce of information... he remembers.

"You can start spouting words of love and affection to me now," he jokes and holds your hand even tighter.

Walking into the park, you see that it is completely empty. Other than the employees, there are no tourists or kids. It is just you and Seunghyun. He looks down at you, "You're impatient. No lines."

You smile embarrassingly at Seunghyun as he quickly takes you to the best rides. Throughout the day you are so entranced by the fun that you are having that you completely forget why you are in California the first place. Seunghyun feeds you pieces of cotton candy as you both sit on a bench during the night. Your heart jumps as you look overhead and see an endless amount of fireworks. Different colors and sizes fill the area above you as you stand from your seat. He follows suit and stands next to you with his hands linked with yours. Happiness. It is what you feel when you are with Seunghyun and you don't know how to ever thank you for what he did. 

"And what is the last part to the surprise?" you ask as you and Seunghyun walk to the car.

"Your parents," he begins to say. He can tell that you tense up at the sudden talk about your family. "I want to be there with you so you don't have to face it alone. I saw how you acted when you told me you are going home."

"Do you remember everything that I tell you?" Seunghyun may not be one for surprises but he has surprised you ever since you started dating him. He listens so carefully to what you say and take into consideration whatever that you are feeling. You couldn't ask for a man better than Seunghyun. There is just no other like him. 

"Always."

With Seunghyun next to you now, you feel that the secret that you have kept from your family is something that you can finally tell them and not care what they have to say about it.

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[TOP Scenario] Drabble: Train, Bully, Snow

There's a myth that goes around town. It is spread by word of mouth. There is a train. A dark, pitch black train that comes by every so often. It is only when you are at your wits end that it appears. It doesn't come for everyone-- just the desperate and the lonely. You've heard about the train-- the Train to Nowhere, but never consider yourself to be in the category to ever see it. You are lonely, yes. Are you desperate? No, hardly, but there are days when it feels like it is just too much for you to handle. 

Bright red blood trickles down the side of your lip and falls onto the pure white snow. Drip, drip, drip. The blood leaves a trail behind you as the liquid slowly seeps into the snow. It is cold, almost freezing as you walk to the metro to go home after your class. Your feet drags through the snow and you can hear the crunch of the snow melting under your footing. Your hands feel like ice as you use the back of your palm to wipe away the blood. This is one of those days when you feel like you have had enough of the world.

Yes, you have definitely had enough. Humans aren't meant to be thrown around like trash. They aren't meant to have their hair pulled or hit in the face for looking the way that they do. You didn't choose to be born this way. You didn't choose for them to be born with the looks that they had but those are just excuses to ease the pain that you feel. You figure that it will end one day. The abuse. The violence. The hatred. You think that it will just disappear with time and the other students will grow out of their dislike of you. If they had to batter up your porcelain doll-like face a few times to get their anger out, then fine. It'll end... it'll stop. You'll stop.

As you breathe out into the quiet air, you feel the darkness envelope you. There is no light in the sky. There are no other passengers around you. It is quiet and calm. The only thing you hear is the sound of yourself breathing in and out, tired of life itself. The horn of the train startles you as its bright light blinds your vision. As the train comes to the platform, you notice that it isn't the same. The train has a black exterior. It is completely pitch dark, blending into the color of the skies. The door slowly opens to you. The inside is the complete opposite of its outside. The white light seems welcoming but you still don't move. You look to the side of the train for its destination-- Nowhere. 

You are reminded of the myth that you have heard over and over again-- the train, the color, the name. It all seems to fit and you think that maybe you are desperate for an escape from reality-- that this is your way out. A man emerges from the train doors. He smiles at you with the same warmth as the light inside of the train. He holds his hand out to you but you don't find it strange that a man that you don't know is trying to take you away with him... because in the end... you want to run far away. So far away...

Reaching out to him, you place your hands onto his as he pulls you gently onto the train. The doors close behind you as you take a seat on one of the chairs. There are other people on the train. They are quiet just like you and they are desperate for that escape. The man takes the seat next to you and has his hands together. 

"Where is this train going?" you ask the man.

"Wherever you want it to go."

You are stirred by how deep his voice is and how it just soothes your emotions even in your tired state. "What if I don't know where I want to go?"

"You can take as long as you need to figure it out."

The train moves so fast that you can't even tell where you are. Outside the window, the images are quickly passing and blurry that your eyes can't focus on any object. "And what if I don't want to go back?" The question lingers on your mind. Why go back to a place that is filled with no life? Why go back to the very place that stole whatever life that was left in you? "This train... can-- can it-- end... me? Can it take me to a place where I don't exist anymore?"

His expression doesn't change as if the words you have said, he has heard many times before. "Like I said, this train will take you anywhere you want."

With a whisper, you say a familiar word to him, "Death."

You sigh with no care left in what you think will happen to you. Whether this be a dream or happening in real life... you just don't care anymore. No one cares anymore. They never did. You look over to the man who looked no younger than 25. "What's your name?" you ask him. He smiles at you but you interrupt him. "Don't smile if you don't want to. You can't fool me."

Most passengers on the train were more drawn towards his smile but it seems like for you... it is the last thing that you want to see. You don't want to see his painful smile when you are forced yourself each day to show the same thing. Being happy is the hardest thing in the world, even he knows that.

"Seunghyun," he says with the smile completely erased from his face. "My name is Seunghyun."

You nod at the name that he tells you and feel words that you have kept inside for so long... words that you have ignored for so long surfacing through your lips. "I'm tired, Seunghyun. Very tired."

"Why?"

You sigh and focus your eyes on the ground, avoiding Seunghyun's gaze. "I don't know. Tired of living. Tired of being hated. Tired of the... loneliness. So tired of being alone."

"How long have you been alone?"

As long as you can remember, you have been by yourself. You are trying your best to live through each day but the pain that was locked inside of a box slowly unraveled itself. It ate a piece of you each day until you are nothing. That is what you have turned into... nothing.

"A long time."

"It'll change. It is hard now but it will change."

"And how do you know that?" you turn your attention towards Seunghyun and see his looks. It is similar in a way of almost seeing into a mirror. You see yourself in Seunghyun-- not in looks but in emotions. There's a sense of familiarity in the way that he carried himself after he stopped forcing himself to smile that you see. 

"You say that to everyone?" You ask and he slowly nods. "What if there's nothing that can make it better? Do I keep hoping something will?"

"You can hope that someone will come along to change it." He takes your hand into his as if he read your mind that all you needed was a person to lean on and to talk with. That is Seunghyun's purpose. When there was no one else to listen, the train would come and he would listen. That's what everyone needs from time to time... just a person to listen. "Death isn't always the last option. Living is. Fighting to live is the last option." He turns to you and gently runs his fingers over the edge of your torn lip. "Live better than the girls that did this to you. Show them that you are more than just a girl with a porcelain face. Don't wait for someone to save you. Only you are capable of that feat."

Closing your eyes, your breath is heavy as your hands grip tightly onto Seunghyun's. Death is the cheater's way out. It is too easy to just take that route out. There are other options. The train slows down and you see that it is the same stop as when you got on. Seunghyun stands from his seat, his hands still linked with yours as if you felt that death would ensue faster if he were to let go.

"The train has two options. The first was whether you would go on or not. The second is now. You can either leave the train at the same place you got on or you can choose to stay and it will take you to the place where you wanted to go. It is your decision."

Looking outside the window, you see the harsh reality and that the world is not a friendly place. That is what you see now but as you turn to Seunghyun, you see that he saw the world in the same light. It occurs to you that maybe... he was waiting for a person to change his fate. You stand up slowly and walk to the edge of the train. One step would change it all. You just have to decide which side to take. 

"How long have you been on this train?" You finally ask and you step off of the train, making your choice final.

He doesn't know how to answer because he has never been asked the question before. No one has saw him as anything other than the person that brought people on the train. No one has cared enough for him even though he has saved so many. You saw it. You saw what was inside of him. You hold out your hand to Seunghyun the same way he held his out to you. You see the confusion in his eyes as he is conflicted on what to do. The world that he left behind so long ago was one step away... but rather than stepping back alone into the cruel world that he tried to escape... there was a girl that was willing to walk it with him. A girl that was willing to share the burden because she knew what it was like to be so alone.

"It's your choice, Seunghyun."

He looks at your hand and back inside at the other passengers on the train. You were the person that he was waiting for. Taking a deep breath, he takes your hand and steps off of the train.

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I had this idea when I was on the metro today. So depressing... I know. It's not even a drabble really... it's not really a scenario either. I don't even know what to call it. I also did a random word generator and got the words listed above. Something new to try out.

Feel free to send in a set of three words and I'll write something out of it. HAHA (i am working on requests. they are in my draft folder. i'm just in a really emo mood or something. oooo man someone help me hahaha)

I will look over grammar tomorrow. Sleepy sleepy :) Gnight everyone!

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