*shuffling*

*loud bang*

*muffled cursing*

God, I'm the worst clutz. Sorry, Luce, you'll just have to live with my foul mouth because I can't edit for shit.

Anyway, you're probably wondering why I'm sending you this. Well, you said you couldn't get my voice out of your head, so I recorded it for you. It's also much easier for me to ramble on in recordings rather than talk to you over the phone or in the messenger, so I'm going to try this out.

I guess I've been feeling ... guilty that you've been revealing more about yourself than you're probably used to, and I've given so little in return. Yeah, you most likely have my birth records, doctor visits, and all the other things you can uncover online with your epic hacking skills, but I don't use social media, and I'm pretty private, so you know next to nothing about me in a personal sense.

So where to start? Um, well, I wasn't born in Korea, but you probably already know that. I was born in Germany to Greta Singer and Jihan Seo. The last name difference probably surprised you, but it's because my parents never married. My mother had a disability that required lots of medical care, and you receive more benefits in most countries if you're single because they take your partner's income into account. It sucks, but that's life.

My dad always told me it never diminished their love, that they never needed a piece of paper to prove their bond anyway. But it made me sad sometimes, especially when they got looked down upon by people who were more ... old-fashioned. That's probably the most pleasant word I can use to describe them. Even so, my parents loved each other without exception, and I always admired that. I based my ideas of love around them, and I want to find someone to love me that much.

Does that sound childish? It probably does, haha. What about you? Do you have any fairytale ideas about love? Don't worry; you don't have to answer me. I know you can't tell me much, so I'll keep the prying questions to a minimum.

Where was I? Oh yeah, Mom and Dad. Well, when I was about seven, Mom died, and if you do some digging, I'm sure you'll figure out how, so I won't go into it. It, um, doesn't hurt as much anymore. It was so long ago that I can talk about her without the pain; I just don't like talking about how she died. I'd rather talk about the good memories. It took a long time to talk about even that, but I guess what they say about time healing all wounds really does hold true. Thank God for that because I have so many wounds I want to turn into scar tissue already. But it's too early to talk about that.

So anyway, Dad moved us to Korea to be closer to his family. I guess being near his parents helped with the grief. And don't get me wrong, I had a great childhood. There's no traumatic parental abuse story here. I love my dad, and he loves me. He's the kind of dad who would play dolls with me and let me do his makeup. He took me out for ice cream on weekends, to amusement parks or the zoo during school breaks, and never missed an opportunity to tell me he loved me.

He'd love you, you know. He really enjoys practical jokes, jokes of any kind really. There was this one time he put slices of bread around the house for no goddamn reason, and I was finding it wedged between book pages and stuffed behind furniture for days. Hahaha! It was ridiculous, but whenever I see bread, I start laughing now. I guess he just wanted to give me good memories, though supermarket workers think I'm insane.

You can't see it, but I'm grinning like an idiot right now. God, I have such a horrible smile. I'm not sure if you know since I'm not smiling in any of my official photos, but my bottom teeth are crooked. I can usually hide it because my top teeth are straight and I have a slight overbite, but I still don't grin really big very often. I know it shouldn't matter, but someone used to tease me about it. No, tease isn't the right word. He was much too malicious for it to be taken as jokes. But that's not important now.

Oh! I've rambled on for quite a while now, haven't I? Sorry, I've probably bored you half to death, but it was nice sharing this with you. Maybe I'll make another. That is if I can figure out how to send this first one. Will you teach me how to use technology properly once the party is over, oh mighty God Seven?

How was that for a first chapter? This is the first time I've tried something like this, as well as the first time I've written in first person for quite a while *war flashbacks to my old, cringy writing*, so I'm a little nervous. But regardless of my anxiety, I had fun writing this, and I hope you have fun reading it! Have a wonderful day. <3

~Avie