Chapter 58

“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.”

—Confucius.

“Music is the literature of the heart; it commences when speed ends.”

—Alphonse de Lamartine.

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”

—Bob Marley.

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Anna’s POV

My home reminds me of a haunted house built in the in-depth of a jinxed forest, where ghosts and witches come at night to taunt us and scare the shit out of us.

‘Cold’ just four-letter words with different meanings. But the coldness I’m referring to is the lack of enthusiasm and emotion. Just plain, blatant, cold filled with an eerie silence that reminds me that all isn’t well indeed in this house.

My parents returned from Korea last night after the rendezvous outing I had. Mom has just been mom doing her fashion designing and signing contracts with every company. Dad on the other hand returned quite cold as he just buried himself with phone calls and office work,