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CHAPTER SEVEN ( Home Is Where The Heart Is )
THE MONTH PASSES in a blur of sugar-coated smiles and cavity-inducing sweetness, something Zhao Daiyu is unaccustomed to. The warmth within her new home seeps through the linens of her frayed heart, sewing between the rough patches between her skin and bones and piecing her back together.
( Daiyu never thought she had it in her to love, but loving Jeong Seyeon is like second nature. He feels like a piece of herself she's never known, and it fills her with great happiness to call the boy her family ).
Her newfound group of friends in Korea slowly begins to take over her life. The calls from home lessen, and over time, Daiyu's worries dissipate with every reassuring word her father says to her.
The man, whose voice always sounded tired over the phone, no doubt from countless hours spent working , always answered, regardless of the time.
Slowly yet rapidly all at once, Daiyu begins to fall into the beauty of a home she never knew she could belong to.
( On the road to fulfillment, it is a tragedy that she forgot her true self ).
With the help of her friends, Daiyu's pronunciation becomes something more understandable, and the growing realness of it all — The studying, the foreign places, the coziness befitting of a home — Slightly scares Daiyu.
The thought that there will be another home to leave soon, another place where she has only just barely begun to mold herself to, only to say goodbye someday, is melancholic.
How can Zhao Daiyu be homeward-bound when she is tied between country lines? There must always be a choice, and when it comes down to it, Daiyu knows what she must choose.
IT IS THE biting chill of the winter air that wakes Daiyu from her slumber, blankets strewn all across the couch, in mounds pooling by her feet.
She lets out a shiver, and a prickle of goosebumps greets her exposed arms. With soft movements, Daiyu untangles herself from her prison of comfort and drowsily makes her way toward Seyeon's open closet.
The past month has tied the two half-siblings closer than ever, and it is a common occurrence for them to swap clothes or give each other fashion advice. Mostly Daiyu does all the work, due to Seyeon's strange obsession with wearing only black and white clothing.
