rinna-girl

1. She had kept up with her façade ever since that day. The face that everyone knew as Song: bright, cheery, helpful and always smiling. Someone who people thought would have nothing to hide, nothing to keep secret. "Innocent Song, kind-hearted Song" they would praise.  But they were very wrong. She was neither innocent nor kind-hearted anymore. For Song had started to grow an unknown hatred that seemed to bite her bones and rot her stomach. And it did not go away. 2. No, this is wrong. I can't feel this way. For many days after what had happened, Song argued with herself. She pleaded, begged. Some days she did not come out of

She just couldn't understand. After all that they've been through, he still wanted her; just as he had since the beginning. And she's watching them joke around with each other, falling into each other's smiles perfectly. And he looks so much happier. There's an expression on his face that she had never seen. Her heart stinging, she swiftly turns away. It's for the best. I shouldn't be this selfish. She laughs coldly out loud. How ironic. I've been given everything I've wanted since I was born. What good is learning to be humble now? Why can't I be her? What good is she? Just because she can bend, and I can't? Is that why? She just cou