"I am both blessed and cursed with beauty, for while it draws eyes, it repels hearts, They hate me for who I was. Yet in the shadows, amidst disdain, I found the light of one who saw beyond the surface, who loved me for the soul beneath this cursed...
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As I stepped out of the postbox, a sense of relief washed over me. The act of sending the letter felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders, a small step towards breaking free from the chains of loneliness that bound me.
Feeling a bit hungry, I decided to make a detour to the grocery store. Despite the chilly weather, the bustling streets felt oddly comforting as I navigated my way through the crowd, my mask providing a shield of anonymity.
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For the first time in a long while, I felt a sense of normalcy as I browsed the aisles, selecting items for my pantry. People moved around me without casting judgmental glances, and it was a refreshing change from the usual stares and whispers. Was it because of the mask ? How is this possible? Is my curse lifted already ? Or I'm just dreaming ?
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As I made my way to the checkout counter, I spotted two familiar faces by the corner of the store. It was my cousin, Kim Namjoon, and his friend, Jung Hoseok. He was my other cousin too, They were engrossed in conversation, oblivious to my presence as I observed them from afar.
Part of me longed to approach them, to reconnect with family after so many years of isolation. But I hesitated, knowing all too well the rejection that awaited me if they were to recognize me.
Watching my cousins from a distance in the grocery store, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing deep within me. It had been a decade since we last spoke, and the weight of our severed connection felt heavier than ever. Despite my yearning to approach them, I remained rooted in place, hidden behind my mask, invisible to their eyes.
