"Why do you always wear this mask? You look no less than a cliché criminal."
"Atleast it lets you not fall for my handsome face. I know you won't be able to resist making your heart respond to my beauty."
"That's what your cool foolish brain suggest...
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I S T H I S F A T E ? |이것이 운명인가?
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Your flawless barrier is me Only if you let your eyes feel my trough Expunge your infirmity and hold me tight Let me be the armour to shield your heart in mine
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"Thank you, ma'am. Please visit us again."
You exited the glass door of the pharmacy store. Your little purse was in your care by the side of your hips. It dangled as you advanced making your way slowly towards the road. The traffic had almost ceased by then since the clock hands struck past eleven, heading to midnight.
You had the plastic bag on your left, filled with the hormonal vaccines for your dear grandma. She was waiting for you at home and was half asleep when you had closed your front door.
Already half an hour was gone, yet you were still on the empty road, loitering on the pavement, waiting for the signal to turn red although there was no traffic noticeable. Rules are rules and you would die rather than break any.
Your mom was fed up reminding you for the umpteenth time to get access to get access to the pharmacopoeia while coming back from your job. But your brain always betrayed your memory, so you had to jog out in the middle of the night in case any crepuscular emergency arose during the night.
Previous months gave you relief because whenever you forgot to buy the medicines, either of your parents bought them. Now, it was only you and your granny, who was sick. So who was supposed to get the job done? You, the sole you.
Sometimes it got even worse when you found the shop in your locality closed, so you had to trudge to the neighbouring pharmacy.
However today, you easily got the medicines without another trip.
The sky was bracing itself with chunks of thick clouds as if it would snow soon. It knew how to bother you all the more by asking the chilly, arctic wind to snap at your skin. You caressed the surface of your soft, full-sleeved cardigan on sensing the cold air roar into your ears, flutter your open black strands of hair and blow your skirt.
You managed to your clothes down as you trotted to the edge of the road when the signal shone bright red. Though serenity filled the city, a sports bike zoomed at a distance as it made a sharp turn towards the street you were walking on.
Your shocked eyes shot a glare at the noisy wave streaming nearer. As you were about to step on the asphalt, the rusting vehicle raced past you. You tripped at the spot as your skirt waved in the air.
The person on the bike glanced back at you. He took a nice picture of you in the portfolio of his mind and smirked greedily. You immediately lowered the material of your skirt before yelling, "Yah you pervert! Can't you see properly? Go get your eyes checked!"
