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Warning: This contains mention of suicide and depression **-** "Have you fallen in love before?" Luke asked Aliyah calmly as he cupped her cheeks in his wide palms, she was such a beautiful delicate thing. "I don't need to tell you what I have and what I have not done" she said coldly, and her lips trembling as she said those words, she reached out to remove her face from his protective hands. "There are other ways to get the truth out of you, Aliyah" with that, he kissed her softly, as the time settled in, he was insecure as to whether she'd kiss him back, she didn't fail him. Her kisses were sloppy, and made him desire even more, there was something about Aliyah that couldn't make him rest *** Aliyah Sun Young Park, is a young female with the title of 'big boss" in a mega tech brand, everything is not what it seems when she reads a book left behind by her late father she gets trapped inside another world, where magic still exists. Until she meets a mysterious figure who offers to help. Perhaps the mysterious man of her present has a hidden intention in this world. maybe she'll fall in love when they are forced to get married. Or perhaps he has a totally different motive she is not aware of. You only have to read the book
A sigh ran through the room, it was finally time to leave a place she dreaded and once called home, her father passed away 2 years ago and for that fact she couldn't bear packing up his things, she waited for that long, hoping for a miracle to help her move on, but miracles are hard to come by.
She folded her arms across her chest and sighed once more, she looked at the filled up carton boxes in her father's bedroom, she swore inwardly that she won't go through it until she was ready.
She sat down on the floor sobbing quietly, she finally broke, a true beauty she was, even in her state of mind. She won't say she was purely Asian or Black, she was mixed, her mom's grandfather was black so she has distinctive hair, and a mesmerizing skin tone, sharp features and a tall structure.
She wasn't girly or boy loving as other girls her age, she was far too busy for a husband and certainly far too busy to date, she wanted to marry but not be someone's wife, she wanted to be independent at her own free will. Something she didn't think any man would want his wife to be in the 21st century, most girls want men to take care of them, while she utterly despised that notion.
At last after a few minutes of sobbing she stopped, straightened her clothes, took one of the boxes and left. Grief was not a word anymore, it was how she felt.
