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Oh, how Fate always managed to turn doubts into remorse for ever letting them poison the mind. He would laugh right here and there, if it weren't for tears welling in his eyes — pink-colored tears filled with glitter and the vehement feeling of belonging.
Unfinished poems and an eighth chair sitting at the table. His bleeding heart and the endless search for its missing piece. What was that, doom ? A shattered soul, by the wrath of gods ?As he stood in that cafe and looked at the witch in front of him, Yeosang couldn't help but think.
Oh, this is mercy.or There are a lot of things the Kim coven are willing to do in order to find their missing soulmate. Moving to the other side of the country, and showing patience when their eighth faces some internal stuggle, are nothing in comparaison.