Soo stood frozen in position, acutely aware of the gun pointed at his back. He started to turn before the click of the gun being loaded made him stop. He was beginning to feel distinctly disadvantaged.
By the time Soo-min had re-run the course of events at Vanity through her mind for the umpteenth time, she found herself caught in a fury so intense that she was forced to take deep breaths to prevent herself from hurling something at the walls. With each cycle, the potential explanations as to why Kim Hyun-soo was at Vanity multiplied, each distinctly less appealing than the last.
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Kim Hyun-soo’s hand froze in his inner jacket pocket where he concealed the syringe he’d picked up off the ground as the young woman recovered from her attack. He withdrew his fingers and straightened his spine as he regarded her with interest. Since he had only arrived in Seoul two days ago, the first time he set foot in the city in five years, the girl had to be someone from his past. Her hair was tangled around her cheeks and half-covered her face, making it difficult for him to make out her features, although he could see the promise of delicate beauty in the curve of her jaw, but as she lifted a trembling hand to pull her hair behind her ear – he subconsciously noted the myriad of cuts decorating it – his eyes widened in recognition.
Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.
Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.
Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.
Carl Sandburg, Dreams in the Dusk
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