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Lee Yuri's POV

I sighed, scrunching my eyebrows as I peered around the classroom, noticing a unique mix of classmates worrying about their marks, and others rejoicing about the end of the first semester. I was the former, as I reluctantly flipped over the test results. 

A-, this was bad. Grunting at the red mark on the paper, I shoved it into my bag, packing my stuff along with it, and dodged through the crowd in an attempt to avoid all sorts of unnecessary conversations.

Walking back into the house, I spotted Felix and his, well, our STEP-mom, seated on the barstools near the kitchen, tending to the wounds on Felix's knuckles. I was pretty sure he'd gotten into a fight again, but I shook the thought and ran up to my room. Opening the door carelessly, with a plan to get some shut-eye, I dragged myself in, but the surprise in the room was too intense for my worn-out self.

"Who allowed you into my room, Mrs Jung?" my voice boomed, making the woman in my room flinch, as she retracted her hands that were caressing the photos on my bedside table. I crossed my arms, hiding the evident pain in my eyes by avoiding eye contact.

"Yuri, it's been 16 years. Forgive me, I made a mistake," she spoke softly, her eyes brimming with tears as she bit her lip.

I scoffed at her, sniffling but still looking away from her. "Mistake? Sleeping with Dad's secretary was a mistake? Bearing HIS child, refusing to give it up, divorcing Dad, marrying HIM, and lastly, leaving your ten-year-old daughter was a mistake?" 

"I, I tried everything, did everything! I learnt ballet, for you, assuming you'd be proud and come back to us! But no, you didn't do anything. You lived in happiness, with that son of a bitch husband of yours, while we were left picking up the pieces. So, if you think I'll accept your apology, thinking you only made a mistake, then hell no. Good thing Dad isn't here, he'd kick you out the moment he saw your face." I lashed out, finally looking at her. 

'She had no shame, no regret, but she had the audacity to even stand in front of me,' I insulted her in my head.

A tear rolled her cheek, and she wiped it off, gazing right into my eyes with an apologetic look. She took a deep breath composing herself, before speaking.

"I hope you forgive me, Yuri. I love you, but I don't regret my decisions." she drawled, patting my shoulder, and leaving me in the darkness of my room.

I collapsed onto the ground, my knees failing, as I let my emotions take control. I spent the next few minutes, sobbing and remembering the happy times with my mother. The pain she caused became an everlasting scar, hurting me at random points in my life. I'm 26, and yet, forgiving her has been nothing but easy.

The moment I calmed down, I stood with immense effort, thanks to my trembling legs. My step-mom pushed the slightly ajar door, knocking first. I glance at her, noticing a concerned Felix standing behind her.

"You okay?" she mouthed from the door, her voice barely audible.

"I'm alright, don't worry about me," I responded, rather harshly. She hummed lowly, clearing her throat.

"I'm about to make some ramen, noona. Want some?"

I chuckled, shifting in my place to face him. All my pent-up anger and pain faded at the sight of his worried face, pouting sympathetically.

"No thanks, I'm about to get some rest now." He smiled faintly at my answer, nodding.

"Alright then, I'll come back in an hour to wake you up for dinner." My step-mom stated, holding onto the doorknob.

I agreed and fell back into the bed, waiting for sleep to consume me so that I could escape from the unsettling memories today's incident brought up.

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INTRODUCING PRADA

❝ Unless your name is 'google', stop acting like you know everything ❞

ꗃ name :: lee yuri, aka yvonne
ꗃ nickname :: riri, yvy
ꗃ ethnicity and nationality :: korean, korean-australian
ꗃ date of birth :: 𝟷𝟸th march, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟼

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