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The Confession Where I Love You The Worst. ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻
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Narrator's Perspective. In the prison she now calls home, with convicts deprived of her adoration, in the back yard with three pairs of eyes monitoring her from above, behind, and in front. (Y/N) can be found crouching in front of a Camellia bloom, her nose a few inches away from the bud, her hand in her tummy and squatting in like a duck, eyes closed and cherishing the time the world gave her to rest.
her eyes slowly parted, as it snapped cold. "would you stop peeping?" she didn't need to turn around and meet the three spying on her, the bush moved, steps could be heard and the tree a few meters away from her ruffled its leaves, indicating the person hiding in it. "fucking perverts." she said and plucked the Camellia whose color was slowly turning red.
Rindou and Sanzu squats beside her, scent of smoke in their coats. "what are you doing here early in the morning?" the sun hadn't yet rise, but here (Y/N) is, in the garden with her thin linen clothes acting as her protection from the cold, surrounded by her kidnappers.
"i could ask the same." the sky was still in the hue of dark blue, the mist of the morning still peeping from the forest. (Y/N) looked up to see Ran, taking off his coat and drop it on her shoulder.
"what are you wearing?" Ran plopped and claimed the space in front of the girl, barricading her sight and the garden from meeting each other.
