Butterfly ; My dear wings [Original]

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lew by. The van drove in as the people looked at it before whispers echoed around the apartments while it stopped by the street

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oke out, she bowed with hesitance. Her eyes fell upon the guys whose hands were busy with heavy furniture. She sighed as the young guy stood there while instructing the workers directions upon the way to their flat. As he glanced at her, her eyes signalled him to put down the boxes which he denied with a grin. “You're still a kid, Na-bi! They're heavy.” as he ruffled her hair while holding the heavy box in one hand, which made her clench her eyes close feeling the hair falling apart from the messy bun she tied. “Ah, seriously…” she sighed as her hands held the box tight walking towards the entrance of the building. It wasn't a big apartment but big enough for the small families to live in. The 10 floors of the building were classic and neat as they stepped out of lift sighing aloud. “9th floor?” he looked at her with a disbelieving expression. She grinned, “yeah, it's good?” she asked as he chuckled. “Hm, better than last one i guess” he ruffled her already messy hair making her freeze there for a min closing her eyes tight. She shook her head aside,

the hair locks behind her ear as she looked up hesitantly. He hesitated as he tried to speak out until his eyes averted towards the women who stood there leaning against the bedroom’s door. “It's..about payment…” he mumbled hesitantly as a confused frown appeared on her face. “Payment? Haven't mom paid-” her words paused as her hand slowly clutched her pants. Her eyes hesitantly blinked as her mom spoke. “I have no money, Na-bi

miled at her while eyeing her body up and down. “Your chest…” her words paused as Na-bi’s eyes blinked while she looked away. Her hands slowly clutched her jacket as the woman completed her sentence “You grew up fast…, Na-bi.” As her hair fell front covering her sides, the woman eyed her body which made shivers run down Na-bi’s spine feeling the cold sweat forming on her forehead. “Cover them” her voice sounded more of—demanding than a pinch of kind tone she added. As Na-bi walked out of the house within the hurry steps she took, her breath heaved up. Her back against the wall—that was beside stairs, she looked down as tears slowly formed in her eyes. Her eyes landed on her chest, where her sight showed the piece of jacket she wore. Her hand clutched the phone she had been holding all this time. Knuckles turned pale as she stepped down the stairs. Her hand wiping the sweat that coated her skin. As she felt the presence of someone climbing up the stairs, her fingers raised the phone front, tapping the pin code with impatience building up inside. As she was bumped onto someone, her head raised to look at. “O-oh sorry, are you okay?” she nodded hesitantly as she tried to walk past the man who wa

ening as the guy groaned in pain while his veiny hand was dug into his face while the punches got deeper than it was a while ago. A gulp took place in her dry throat as her body moved on its own. Her eyes glued to the surface she was walking on—which was the rough surfaced floor that was called none other than the road. The smoke that left his lips made her breath it in while he looked aside towards her. Her hair was falling over the sides of her face as her face was hard to be visible—especially from how he stood far from her already fast-walking posture. His hands upon the wall– blocking either side of the guy that g

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