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PART 4

The night was a gentle canopy of stars, the scent of wet soil swam around, the glistening wet leaves coming into sight. Taehyung stood on her rooftop, the soft wind blowing and pressing against her face, a rhythm too serene.

β€œTaehyung kya kar rahi ho yahan akele?” A voice, calm and gentle, reached her ears. Taehyung turned back and shook her head, it was her Motherβ€”Kim Chungah.

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