Chapter 79 - A Glimpse

Camera flashes assault Ye Rim's face, and the celebrity protects her eyes with her hands, as even the stylish branded sunglasses can't handle the amount of light. The security guards at her agency are trying to control the crowd of paparazzi and fans around the building where Nam Ye Rim, the country's most famous and popular living artist, currently lives.

"Ye Rim, we love you!"

"Ye Rim please don't retire!"

"Miss Nam, what are the real reasons for the sudden announcement of your retirement?"

"There are rumors that you are dating the…"

"Are you going to sue your agency?"

"What do you have to say about the rumors that you're pregnant, Ye Rim?"

"Ye Rim, don't stop singing !!!! We love you!!!"

Voices in cacophony overlapped with a thousand statements and questions, totally ignored by the beautiful woman.

Ye Rim waves to everyone as she advances with difficulty. Her every move earns shoots that will be on the internet and TV in a matter of minutes, along with catching headlines. Her beautiful, perfectly made-up face, her shiny hair that gives name to the most popular female haircut this year, her clothes designed exclusively by her personal stylist: everything Ye Rim does, says and wears is either news or trend. It's been that way last year.

Her face however, is expressionless. Only one person can see the truth, but this person can do nothing but watch in horror as events unfold before her, as if seeing through a screen.

Ye Rim reaches the elevator of the luxury building, and signals to her entourage not accompany her. Entering the elevator, she lowers her head and removes her glasses. A tear drips on her light pink scarpin.

Pink is also the color of the shirt the tall man next to her wears.

His face is never seen, his back is to the mirror. Only the person who observes everything can see him there, but not his face. The singer is aware of his presence, but feigns ignorance. Ye Rim never glances at him, and of course cannot be aware of the chains made of light silver that bind them together, she and the man in pink.

Ye Rim looks at what time it is in the screen of her cell phone, and sighs. As soon as the elevator door opens, she walks out, slightly dazed, into the hall of her triplex apartment in Seoul's most luxurious condo. Ye Rim looks back to where the man was, and only sees her own reflection in the elevator mirror, as the door closes. 

"You're so cruel ..." she mutters, and places the doc.u.ment folder she carries on the glass table near the large window that occupies one entire wall of the living room.

The immensity of her sadness is so huge, her eyes are watery, and to make matters worse, her body begins to show symptoms…

She takes off her coat and looks at her own arms, the jade skin stained with vivid red and purple bruises. She is thirsty, but too tired to go to the kitchen.

Looking at her cell phone, the singer tosses it on the carpet and carefully stomps on it, her high-heel breaking the screen like a cobweb. She leaves her shoes there, feeling the softness of the carpet under the soles of her feet.

Ye Rim coughs, the pain is starting to become unbearable, are her ribs broken? It's getting hard to breathe. She doesn't want to breathe anymore.

Opening the large windows, the famous singer sits on the floor, waiting ... What?

Him? No, he does not care.

She will die. If he doesn't come, she will die. Therefore, she will die.

'But you don't mind if I die, do you?' her desperate laugh of realization ends with a manic, bloody cough. Ye Rim's body hurts and she only wishes it to cease soon. Her heart is hurting like being teared into pieces, inside her chest.

What hurts more? His indifference, or her now aching body? She doesn't know, it's all the same.

'It's good not to know what time it is.' Or whether he would come for her. He won't.

Death will come before him. She doesn't know how long she waits, but death really comes before the cruel man in pink comes for her.

Her eyes finally close, her beautiful face finally serene as her body tumbles to the side. Lifeless.

"NOOOOOOOO!" The viewer feels her heart break in half at the same moment… But she only sees the future, unable to interfere with what she was seeing.

The same moment the elevator door opens once more, and the man in pink enters the apartment. He walks through the open door with no hurry…

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