Semua Bab To Love and To Be Loved: Bab 1 - Bab 10

O N S R A   (Boro) (v.) to love for the last time; a bittersweet feeling of knowing that a love won't last.   [TW]: mention of mental disorders/illness.   "Eunae, come on now, you turtle head. We're going to be late!"   "Oh crap! Wait! Hey-I said wait!"   Swiftly giving her wrist a swipe, Eunae grumbled and frustratingly shook her head.   It was 6:30 AM.   The dazzling sun was just barely painting the whole horizon of the above, and coloring the lives of the awake, yet here they were, already sprinting to the bus stop with heavy bags slung around their shoulders and sweating with disheveled hairs.   Their short lower limbs desperate to take bigger steps than what their feet could ever feasibly make

"Hey sunshine, you good?" "Yup," Eunae lied, trying to mask the lonely tone dripping from her voice. It was her birthday, probably one of the happiest days she had always looked forward to. But with the unprecedented change of how her world had turned upside down, the most awaited day that was usually filled with glitters and rainbows and a hundred more memories of laughter was nothing, but a dull normal day. It seemed unimportant enough not to be even remembered. If anything, she honestly wanted to forget it and all the previous birthdays she had before this. Everything was running business as usual just like how the recent years had been. She was at home right after school, while her mother was busy building their company from square one to provide her a better future. Eunae was more than happy that her mother had already recovered and began living than merely existing. It took

[TW]: implication of rape [Flashback] "Is there anything wrong?" Eunae asked, quite warily. The atmosphere during the car ride home was unfamiliarly cold and distant. It was both terribly and questioningly odd that even though he was just right beside her, she felt as if he was a mile away out of her reach. Yunoh furiously went inside their new home and banged the door shut, "You don't know?" "I don't know why you're so angry. Tell me what's happening," Eunae almost begged, letting the hem of her wedding dress lick the floor as she chased after him. "Fuck off!" He yelled, pushing her forcefully that she fell to the ground. "I trusted you, I fucking trusted you! Goddamn it!" "What are you even saying? I don't understand!" "Cut the bullshit!" Yunoh roared, forcefully pulling her up by the arm. He pushed her agains

L I E F D E S V E R D R I E T (Dutch) (n.) the sadness, depression, or pain one feels about a love unanswered or love that is gone.  As the sun left the horizon and the moon and the stars stole its rightful place, Eunae found herself still crouched in the corner of the dark hotel room without any food in her stomach nor any blink of sleep. Her mind continued to race with the miserable events that took place in her life, her heart falling into irreparable pieces remembering the news she received earlier on that stabbed her like a knife, and her throat closing in with the lump of breath caught up within. She basked in pain as she berated herself with multitudinous questions about the choices she had made, actions she had done, opportunities she did not take, feelings she had suppressed,

[Flashback] "Tell me who forced you to marry Eunae because the last time I checked, it was you who you wanted to marry her out of your own will." His mother taunted, and it only made him angrier. "Out of my own will?" Yunoh scoffed. "Do you honestly think I could just watch the business to crumble down without doing anything? I might have chosen to marry her, but it wasn't out of my own will. It was out of helplessness and desperation!" "Then you could've told us," his father started with a strained voice. "You could've told us the truth instead of lying that you've been meaning to marry her because you love her. Damn it, Yunoh! She was like our own daughter too, and you had the audacity to do this?" his father yelled indignantly. And almost instantly, Yunoh flinched seeing him shake in anger. Never had he heard him talk in such a manner and never did he see him this exasperated. Steam was practicall