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“And I’m angry. I’m angry all the time. I’m angry that I hurt all the time but most of all I’m angry that I don’t know how to make that hurt stop.”

— I’m sad. // Deeply Feeling Series (via promisesofamazing)

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“Yet here I am kicking your fucking ass.” If there was one thing yena hates, it was people criticizing her height. Tiny human? Did this girl really want to get a good beating? Her temper was like TNT, once the sparks started to sizzle there was very little time to duck and cover. She knew she should just stay quiet and wait for the storm to abate, but she couldn’t help but mess around with her as she traded slur for slur, insult for insult, and dig for dig. Her thieving came from a young age, when her mom and brother couldn’t afford anything. Her brother, the one who really did the most for them, always stole food from the nearby deli just so she could eat. Her mother, didn’t really steal anything for her children but herself and yena? the only thing she stole was the hearts of people she truly loved, then shattering them into little pieces on the floor as if they were nothing. “Can’t you be any more stupid? I don’t like you. I don’t want to see you. Why? Do I need a reason why to not like you a snobby, stuck up bitch like you?”  Yena was about to force another laugh but before she could, another hair pull sends her to groan in pain. “It takes one to know one, right?” Her voice grew weaker at every hit, but the smug on her face still remained. Those were her final words before she was kicked and fell to her knees. The sudden slam onto the floor sent her to almost send her to lose consciousness of herself. as the female said those words her eyes were kept on the next object she could defend herself with, her shopping cart. she struggled to reach for it at first, her hand trying to grasp the fences before lifting it up slowly and making it slam on top of the girl’s head. as roughly as she can, she grabbed onto rosie’s hand and separated it from her collar, holding it tightly before slamming it to her side. “I’m not trying to kill you, I’m not a murdered..but maybe I’m just trying to cause a more serious injury. Don’t worry, even if I do land it jail I know people who could bail me out in just a few minutes. I also know people who can make it seem like you committed a murder so don’t you dare think you could ever have a chance against me. “

━ ♡ " you're funny, only because i let you.” of course, that was just some other blatant lie rosie liked to tell herself. she knew that yena was anything but some harmless little girl. well, she was little but this girl was capable of much more than just yelling and getting angry. and perhaps she was stronger than most of the men she knew. nevertheless, her pride would never allow herself to admit that. “ who wouldn’t feel bad for a hobbit like you, having to steal things just because they’re too dumb to find some decent job. so what was it that made you pathetic like this ? didn’t mommy love you enough ? or were you just born pathetic ?” she let out a low, derisive laugh. since, yena had stolen her cello she didn’t even have the tiniest shred of respect left for her. so what if she was playing dirty, it was yena who did her dirty to begin with and for that she had to pay. even if one of them would land in jail afterwards. preferably yena. “ oh really you don’t like me ? interesting. “ she raised a brow, every word laced with sarcasm. “ and i thought you were in love with me,and you just wanted to grab my attention. that’s why you stole my cello so i’ll chase you down.” she stifled a laugh. “ oh, so i guess you and me, we’re alike then ?” she gritted through her teeth, the pain always knocking out the senses of her, but she couldn’t lose this. there was still so much anger left.  “ but you know what, in the end of the day, at least it isn’t me who is a dirty thief.” she let out a heavy breath, her hands shaking as she was still holding on her. perhaps, they were alike and perhaps both of them were ‘snobby and stuck-up bitches’ but at least she wasn’t the one who was hurting people by taking something important from them.  it was over for her, she wouldn’t waste her time anymore with yena’s little games. she didn’t want to lower herself to that level. but as she thought all of this was finally ending, a sharp pain split her head. and for a moment there was nothing. all she felt was her back hitting the ground again, her eyes opening only to suddenly see yena again. she wanted to do something, to say something, but she felt too weak and even keeping her eyes open robbed her off her energy. “ pff..” she laughed weakly. “ don’t worry, even if you make it out of jail, there are still some people that even you care about and i guess it will be them then who’ll pay for you.” she felt her eyes fluttering and then someone grabbing her from behind, as some voices mixed with that of the grocery owner. perhaps she should just pretend that she passed out because being dragged to the police station was the last thing she needed for now.

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ㅡ bella had been analyzing the hotel reception and she had been paying attention at first, but her mind was only thinking about ways that she could trap the enemy she wanted to bring to the hotel. the other’s voice was white noise, but as soon as there was silence, she finally turned her head to face the other. oh, how much she wanted to laugh, poor girl had no idea who she was talking to, but she let her speak. the dog that barks doesn’t bite.  it was kind of entertaining, really, she liked the other’s attitude.  “ cut the bullshit and just book me your most expensive room. gotta poison someone here. thank you. “ she said it as a matter of fact and with a huge smile, wondering if the person in front of her would think that bella was joking or whether she was actually serious. 

━ ♡ she narrowed her eyes at the other, slight irritation crossing her features. was she really calling her out for her rudeness  ? wasn’t she the one who wasted her time ? of course, rosie knew that she was supposed to be friendly to keep the customers coming, but if she was honest she couldn’t care less. she’d much rather prefer to lose a little money instead of accommodating someone like her. someone who reeked of trouble “ and who is it you want to poison ? let me guess, it’s your ex.” she rolled her eyes, not believing any of the nonsense coming out of her mouth. “ anyway, all of our rooms are actually booked.” she lied. since she’d taken over the hotel, the numbers of guest had been decreasing and these days barely any room was occupied, but rosie just assumed that the other wouldn’t notice, after all she didn’t appeared to be the type who paid attention, judging from how she wasn’t even listening to her only a minute ago. “ and i don’t think this is a good place to kill someone. trust me i’ve tried it at least once.” she said with a deadpan expression “ there are too many windows. ask somewhere else. ” 

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ofbellair· !

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ㅡ  “ mhm ? ” tucking a few strands of her dirty blonde hair behind her air, bella returned her attention to the person in front of her. her focus had been shifted to something else and she only figured it out when she realized that she wasn’t able to reproduce their words. “ what were you saying again? “

━ ♡ her brows bumped together into a scowl when rosie noticed that the other wasn’t listening to her at all. there were many things, rosie despised but what she hated the most was wasting her time on people who didn’t even bother to listen to her. but instead of continue talking to her or attempting to somehow get her attention back she decided to wait and say nothing. letting her gaze resting on the other until she’d be the one talking. “ listen, if you don’t intend to book a room for tonight, don’t waste my time.” she sighed, unable to keep herself from rolling her eyes at her. “i’m not here to entertain you or anyone, so would you be so kind to leave or is there anything else i can help you with ?” she asked, feigning a sweet smile.

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liam wasn’t sure how the idea came to be.

one minute he was walking back to the hotel from work, the next he was in a flower shop paying for a bouquet of roses, all in different colors. they aren’t for a person, he had said to the florist, earning a raised eyebrow, it’s for a garden. which earned another raised eyebrow so he decided to shut up altogether and left. 

he’d thought the flowers would be a nice way to cheer up the seemingly dead garden at the hotel he has been staying in, having heard that it used to be a rose garden from one of the hotel workers —- no, scratch that, the only hotel worker (and not a nice one either) before it was deserted, which seemed like a shame in liam’s opinion. it must have been beautiful once upon a time.

entering the hotel grounds, he was lucky enough to be greeted by the sight of rosie who just so happened to be the person he wanted to see and immediately called out for her. “hey-” he took quick strides towards her, careful not to drop the bouquet he was holding, “i have something for you!” there was enthusiasm in his voice, matching perfectly with the grin on his face. “i mean, the garden.” he corrected himself.

━ ♡ her eyes scanned through the list of complaints, as her brows knitted into a frown, a sigh escaping her lips with every single sentence she read. it was no wonder that the guests complained. from the creaking sound of the door to the dead rose garden, everything in the hotel was starved of love. love she didn’t bother to waste for a place she hated so much. she didn’t know why every of them still clung so desperately to the faded image of once a place filled with warmth, when it was obvious that rosie could never meet her expectations. all she wanted was them to leave her alone. to stop stirring up painful memories she tried to forget. it was difficult enough to be here, and the blurrier the old image of the hotel was becoming the easier it was for her.

after finishing the last sentence, rosie crumpled the paper in her hand letting it fall to the ground, already hearing the next complaint in her mind, with a hotel guest crying over the hotel being dirty. rosie was about to head to the small office as a familiar voice interrupted her. a voice she had get used to hear everyday that it was odd if she wouldn’t hear it at least once in a day. stretching her arms over her head she let out a yawn and concealed the small smile on her lips before she slowly turned around “liam.” she met his enthusiastic greeting with the usual now played disinterested-manner, raising a brows when her eyes fell on the huge bouquet of roses right in front of her. “ what ?” for a moment her icy facade melted slightly, her cheeks seeming to colour from the memories when he suddenly mentioned the garden. a shadow of vulnerability crossed her face, causing her eyes to tinge with a kind of melancholy. but then it cracked. her expression darkened with anger and  before he could do say anything she already took the bouquet from him and threw it to the ground. her clenched fist were trembling when she looked up, glaring at him. “ what the fuck do you think you are doing ?” she spit the words, her tone full of disdain. “ who the fuck do you think you are ?  i never asked you to buy some damn roses and i never asked you to meddle with my business. so just behave like the fucking guest you are.”

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ymccn !

Ah, of course he had to promise the principal of the school he was working at to gift her a signed copy of his newest book. Nothing wrong with that if ONLY he still had any copies left at his place, which… he didn’t. And it wasn’t like he gave all of them away, he simply forgot to ask for a box of them, so now here he was, trying to find one to buy, sign and gift. But of course, every time he found himself surrounded by books, he had to look around, waste pleeeenty of time looking for something new to read. He did grab two, and made his way over to shelves where he knew he’d be able to find his. Looking around, he didn’t even notice someone was right next to him until his eyes found his book, but before he could take it, the girl next to him did. He was going to protest but decided against it. Instead, he looked around, noticing it was the last one left. Suddenly her words caught him off guard and now… he was interested in what she had to say. The whole time he pretended to look around the shelf, a smirk spreading across his face as she just… pretty much trashed the book… and him. He wasn’t so sure if this was bothering him or amusing him, maybe both. He was okay with the criticism, but assuming he was lazy? Hm. “Well, thank you for that.” he responded, actually trying to sound serious and not sarcastic at all. “So,” he leaned against the shelf, “You bet that was the case with this guy? I randomly guessed you already read his other books to make such strong criticism of it.” he shrugged, looking down at his own selection of books, as if being casual, “What was.. what you said about writing something while drunk and half-dead? Sounds impressive. If that’s the case then this guy REALLY must suck.”

━ ♡ there was something odd in his voice, something she couldn’t figure out. it wasn’t as if he was annoyed or simply not interested in whatever a stranger had to say about some book, but she simply couldn’t spot what it was. “ well, no need to thank me. “ she muttered, a little confused that he did actually listen to her. rosie liked to ramble and while she did it often, she didn’t expect anyone to listen to her. but when she’d find someone who would actually grant her their time, why shouldn’t she make use of it to the fullest ? “ well what else would be his excuse for that then ? i mean if he wasn’t lazy he must be just a bad writer but that is obviously not the case. and yes i’ve read one of his books. to be honest his first book was actually quite interesting, so why is he suddenly bringing crap like that out ? i don’t think people suddenly lose their talent in writing, so what’s that ?” she stuffed the book back into the shelf, if she could she’d have thrown into the bin but unfortunately she couldn’t. “ perhaps his publisher just didn’t have the guts to tell him that his book was bad ? i guess when you’re getting popular you don’t care anymore ? or perhaps he’s just running out of creativity but doesn’t even care anymore.” she snorted, her hair falling into her face as she did, then pushing the strands of hair back again. “everyone could do that , even you could write a better book than this, you actually don’t look that stupid.” she shrugged, then picking up the book again as she turned it around to check the price. “ he does, i almost feel bad for him and all the tress that had to die for his books. it must be humiliating to live like this, thinking your book is good when the only good thing about it is using it as a coaster for your tea. ” she knitted her brows to a frown, continuing to stare at the book. “ how about you buy it and support the author. you know as some act of kindness because he’ll need that money before he’ll be forced to retire.”

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“wow so you really are dumb..can’t you see that i’m going to end you in fucking seconds?” yena stood up, folding both arms over her chest. she didn’t fear a woman in the least, night elf or human.  All that rage inside of came out faster than magma and just as destructive, It even consumed all that she was. her knuckles were white from clenching her fist too hard, and gritted teeth from the effort to remain silent, her hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent as her face was red with suppressed rage. yena never took criticism from anyone and she surely wasn’t going to now. “you better fucking shut your mouth before it gets you into big trouble.” she warned her, as the burning rage hissed through her body like deathly poison. “i didn’t steal your fucking cello. you don’t even have any evidence to even prove it, now do you?” yena was gonna go down without a fight, she never even backed out of one.. why would she stop now? she grunts as the other grabbed her hair, laughter rolled out of her like a pair of waves. did this girl really think this through? did she even realize who she was messing with? she punched the other with her elbow in the gut before grabbing the foot of the female and pulling her to the ground. “this is the last time i’ll repeat myself. you dont want to mess with me, rosie. so i fucking suggest you walk away and look for you godamn cello by yourself because it is not with me.”

━ ♡ rosie was too angry to laugh at how ridiculous that tiny human was. everything she was saying or doing was just simply pathetic. did she really think that that she’d be afraid of her and her empty threats ? “ i understand that with that  face of yours it must be difficult to look into the mirror but have you ever looked at yourself ? how is someone as tiny as you supposed to do anything. you can’t even carry your fucking tomatoes.” she scoffed as she shot her an unimpressed look. even when she stood up, she still looked like the tiny bug she was when she was kneeling on the ground, trying to hide the pitiful human being she was. that girl really had some nerve. wasn’t she supposed to be angry ( what she obviously was ) when it was her whose cello was stolen ? “ do i even need evidence ? you’re obvious enough. why are you always hiding from me or come up with other petty excuses and some stupid edited pictures of your ‘grandma’ when it wasn’t you ? just because you look like some thirteen year old it doesn’t mean you can do everything you want.” she spit out the words with rage, yanking at her hair with all her might when she saw yena’s stupid laughing face. rosie was about to slap that smug look off  her face when suddenly the air was knocked out  of her mouth. she gasped but no air came in or out of her lungs. for a few seconds she was lumbering on her feet before yena flung her to the ground. a wave of nausea washed over her and for a moment her vision blurred and swam in front of her. she could hear someone asking to call the police but her gaze was still set on yena. “ you fucking bitch” she muttered and the  kicked her leg out from under her so she’d fall to her knees. gathering the last shreds of strength she had, she crawled to her and grabbed yena by her collar and slammed her into the floor. “ are you trying to kill me for your petty lies ? are you really that pathetic ? i’ll never stop looking for my goddamn cello. so you better brace yourself  because i’ll follow you for the rest of your pitiful life until your thieving ass will finally land in jail.”

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It was odd of Yuri to be working the front counter on a regular day, but for some reason today, it was packed. The bakery was small, but that was that she loved the most about it, how cozy and how homely it could be. She felt lucky the owners hired her, because it allowed her to show off what she could do and all thanks to a bunch of youtube tutorials. And well, maybe that ‘natural talent’ her nanny always talked about. Today, she spent most part of the day running from the kitchen, to the counter, back to the kitchen and so on. Now that she made another round to the front, one of her co-workers gestured towards the girl who was about to pay. Before she could even say anything, the other froze before her eyes, almost like she was in some kind of shock. Confused, Yuri turned back to see if there was anyone behind her that could cause that reaction from the girl, but no. But then she spoke again and… now Yuri was the one panicking. ‘Was it really her?’ what was that supposed to mean? It couldn’t be… no, of course her father wouldn’t hire a girl like her to look for her, right? If anything, he’d look for a couple of buffed up dudes ready to drag her back home. “I’m sorry, I don’t think so.” was her first answer, just in case. “I’m… I’m afraid you must be confusing me with someone else.” her co-worker approached them, asking if everything was okay.Yuri gave him a reassuring nod and asked if he could takeover the line behind this girl, this way the two could move to the side. “Who… who are you looking for, though?” now she needed to know.

━ ♡ her heart was hammering against her chest. all she could see was the girl standing in front of her. it was as if she was in a daze, waiting for her to tell her that it was really her. that she was back and that every single second since her death, was a just cruel joke. a joke she would willing to forget as long as she would come back. but then the other spoke, the last glimmer of hope died with her words. of course it wouldn’t be her. how could it be when it was her who received the call and then it was her who had to organize the funeral when her parents couldn’t. and despite of every part of her mind screaming at her, that she should finally let go, that she should leave her alone. she couldn’t. rosie grabbed her hand, holding onto it tightly, almost desperately as if that tiny hope would slip off if she didn’t hold on hard enough. hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she was still looking at her, waiting for her to tell her that it was her. but as the other continued acting as if she didn’t know who she was, she felt her grip becoming weaker. “ it really isn’t you, right ?” her voice was empty, as she finally let go off her hand. looking at her was painful and yet she couldn’t refrain herself from doing it. “ i was looking for no one, i just came to buy some bread. but i guess i’m not hungry anymore” she forced a smile but the tears wouldn’t stop falling. “ i must have scared you, you looked ... shocked.” she said, lowering her head. “ i’m sorry.” she quickly muttered before turning around and heading to the door. but for some reason she couldn’t get herself to leave and for a moment. “ i-” she muttered, and then turned around to return to the counter. “ do you want to be my friend ?” 

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The Anthem of the Heart 2017 ‘心が叫びたがってるんだ。’ Directed by Naoto Kumazawa

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onthedrums· !

starter for: * oh, you’re @wngrosi , right ? 

he walked along the streets as the sun began to set, on his way to retrieve his little sister from her own musical journey he once took around her age as well. it was her first lesson today after thinking long and hard about what instrument she wanted to play. in all honesty, daewon thought his little sister would take after him and try to learn the drums. if not, he thought the guitar would catch her interest. however, his little sister was just a tad bit different from him. like him, she listened to all types of music ranging from pop to alternative, korean to english to instrumental. he found it just a bit odd that his sister seemed to prefer classical music out of everything which sparked her inspiration to take up.. the cello. 

daewon and his parents found it very cute. it was rather entertaining to see such a little six year old girl try and play an instrument that was almost her size, but he was not the one to say anything. his parents always used to poke fun at him for looking so tiny behind the drum set, now its her turn. 

ironically, his parents did manage to find a cello teacher in the area which surprised him to a certain extent. on his way there, he wondered how little daeeun did with her cello, hoping she did not burst anyone’s eardrums yet. he smiled at the thought before going up the steps to pick her up. once rung the doorbell and the door opened, he immediately saw his little sister smiling at him while struggling to keep her cello from touching the ground.

❛ daeeunnie.. ❜ he called out to her quietly as he signaled her to come over next to him, helping her out with the big cello case. ❛ did you have a good time? ❜ he gave his sister a soft smile before patting her head, hoping that her headstrong personality was not too much trouble towards her teacher. 

❛ she wasn’t too much trouble, was she? ❜ he said quietly, looking over to her teacher in order to see if she heard him. however, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that .. she seemed rather .. familiar.

━ ♡ it was funny how something she used to do everyday, suddenly became a pleasure she would allow herself only from time to time. while teaching a little girl playing the cello, couldn’t equal to the immerse joy she’d feel on stage, it was still the tiny shred of hope she didn’t know she needed until she was hired for a teaching job. since, rosie had taken over her sister’s hotel a grey cloud of misery had clung to her. everything had changed. her fingernails weren’t as clip short as they used to be and whenever she’d see the artists performing on the streets, she couldn’t feel the joy everyone else was. it was jealousy. envy. that lesson, she knew it was an excuse, just so she wouldn’t fall into temptation again just to quit it all. she needed the money and that was all what it was. that’s what she kept telling herself.

when rosie arrived, she couldn’t help but smile softly at the little girl standing next to the cello. she knew how intimated she was back then by the massiveness of that instrument in comparison to now where seeing instruments smaller in size were just miniature versions of instruments for her. seeing the girl’s anticipation flickering in her eyes, she was reminded of herself, how much she used to love her lessons, how much she still loved playing it. perhaps it was a bad idea, perhaps she shouldn’t have come. all she thought of was how miserable her life had become, but she couldn’t just leave. she couldn’t destroy a little girl’s dream like she destroyed her own.

rosie just finished her lesson, when she was about to untie the daeun’s hair and pull out the red tie she’d given her so her hair wouldn’t disturb her. but as the door bell rang, daeun was already storming out the room, with the case in her hands, the tie bouncing in her hair. rosie stretched her fingers, before following daeun. as she was about to say something to her, her eyes fell on the male, patting her head. watching the familiar scene, rosie could feel her mood shift. somehow this place kept forcing her to dwell in her own memories. first the cello and now her sister. 

"what ? ” she found herself staring at him in confusion for a second, as she barely noticed him talking to her at first. “ oh, no. she was lovely. she is even prettier with the cello.” she replied and took a few steps towards them, as she was kneeling down a little, finally taking out the hair tie and gently wrapping it around daeun’s wrist, running her fingers through her hair.“ so i guess you’re her brother, the drummer right ?” she quipped a brow, hiding the slight curiosity with her usual cold tone. “ you don’t really look similar to her though.” she commented, straightening up.  “ anyway, i guess it’s my time to leave now. i won’t bother you two anymore. just call that number if she wants another lesson and in case someone else might pick up just ask for rosie.”