



dead island
Joohyun didn't know what it was like to feel. He never knew, never needed to know. Her family dictated the rules and she followed them without question, she didn't have to ask. Her life had been traced back to before her birth. Who was she to change what had already been written? Joohyun neither needed nor wanted to think. She walked through life, slowly and deliberately, looking only straight ahead. Even if she didn't see anything. Her face had been sculpted by the most skilled of sculptors. Nature had been kind to Joohyun, and as she had been…her beauty was incomparable, provoking awe and fear in all who saw her for the first time. She was inhumanly beautiful. But nature had also been cruel to Joohyun. For he had made her like one of those porcelain dolls that are so beautiful that you don't feel like using them to play with, just leave them on the shelf and stare at them for hours on end, remembering to dust off every now and then so as not to tarnish the face. pure and lifeless beauty. Joohyun never smiled. Maybe Sooyoung was the only one capable of making Joohyun see the world from a new perspective. Maybe only Sooyoung could make Joohyun... feel.
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View profileEra uma vez um coração de criança A idade em que eu aprendi a voar E dei um passo para foraGosto de chuva. Gosto de m&u...
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