𝐼𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦: 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛; 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦.
In this mystifying tale, Nora Adette Seong finds herself in a strange predicament where she is heavily distraught because of a man that will inevitably cause he...
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| THREE WEEKS LATER, AFTER THE KIDNAPPING— TWO YEARS AGO. |
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THE unexpected temptation subsequently arrived, as all things had to be in my life.
Just as a I started to forget, I'm constantly reminded of what happened and it truly hurts.
All the tears I put into recovery were reduced to cinders from an inferno; but alas, I'm still existing aren't I?
That is precisely what matter that I just maintain existence.
But I want to truly live again.
My past intentions of forgetting my kidnapping that was of two years ago, and my encounter with him would forever linger in the conundrum stirring in my mind.
There was no forgetting, and I expected that, and continued to preserve no matter how difficult it was, I would never taint my self-worth and purpose of existence just because of my kidnapping ever again.
That was a ridiculous promise to myself; I know but this granted my path to living again and not just plainly existing.
I craved for closure and answers to my staggering questions, so I would accept a meeting with my deepest fear and receive a sadistic explanation to my kidnapping and finally move on with my life.
I would not furthermore dwell on the past and put my future into mayhem.
With that thought, I spent the next few days regaining my poise by painting.
I once heard that pouring your soul into a large canvas could possibly make you feel lighter, which was extremely accurate as I let all my emotions surge into this enormous canvas, each stroke of pigment representing the tears which cascaded down my cheeks every night, the red representing the pain I felt each time that I was reminded of what had happened.
That painting will forever be cherished since it made me feel tremendously lighter and decimated all the fear, pain, and insecurities I have ever experienced.
That is the power of Art, as it can taint a tragic soul and with its ashes, a perfected soul is reborn.
Just as I am standing in the ashes of who I once used to be.
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Over the course of three weeks I spent confined in my room, sulking, Alaina slept over to make sure I felt safe and pitched ideas on healthy distractions, and tried her best to make me laugh as much as possible, with her disappointing dad jokes, but the thought definitely counted.
I had several things to occupy me during those few weeks such as perfecting my Oi Kimchi, obviously working endlessly on my paintings.
