THE MUSE S3
BB 1
...“Love bears all things, believes all things, hops all things, ends all things.”...
..1 Corinthians ⁇ ⁇ 13:7 ⁇ ESV...
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...PROLOGS...
The thunderous sounds of thunder were mutually unpretentious. Heavy rain mixed with wind flushed the village. Tempias water wetting the terrace paving. Lightning light enters the room through the window grille. Giving a beam of light in the dark of the night — one hour more electricity cut off due to heavy rain.
“KYAA!!” A girl screamed hysterically at the corner of the room. It had been an hour he had curled up, hugged his knees while covering his ears. Terrified.
The cold air, thunder, and light glances made his fear even greater. His slender body continued to tremble. The sweat mixed with tears began to flow, making his face look chaotic. Her lips kept muttering softly, “dirty, I dirty.”
His skinny fingers no longer cover his ears but switch to grab hair. Banging his head against the wall. Sometimes he rubbed his arm. His rough horn, his white skin peeling, blisters.
Wounded, sick, painful, but the physical pain was not comparable to the turbulent pain in his heart at this time. That thing sliced through his soul, showering it with guilt and filth. An incident that led him to endless regret. An immeasurable sense of tightness continued to press against his chest.
Continues to play in his mind the curse incident at that time, how the man played his body. Stabbing it violently and snatching away the most precious crown. The sanctity belongs to a woman.
“NO!!! Nay!! Don't do this to me!” roaring pilu. His hands shook violently, his body shivering in fear. That terrifying figure suddenly appeared before him, grinning.
“Huhuhu .. don't! DON'T!” The feeling of tightness and pain is contained in the form of tears, flowing profusely.
The flash back of events that hurt his soul continues to repeat itself. Again and again, spinning during the heavy rain was flushing the village. Unrelenting, merciless. Even though he continued to say mercy and wanted to give up. In fact fate remains too cruel to him, he still cannot change everything. Post-traumatic stress disorder suffered is not as easy as it is eliminated.
The girl is at the lowest point in her life right now. Disappointed, sick, and suffering.
...— My Lily —...
...@dee.Meliana...
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