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March 2012

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Prologue., Monday, March 19, 2012, 5:14 AM

"I..." I tried to utter, and my lips mouthed the vowel perfectly; but only a choke surfaced. "Ah..." I tried again, but it just felt like somebody was forcing water down my throat, and I could only gargle those words of plea desperately.

"That's enough, Ji-hyun. I think you've tried enough" Seungho said softly, placing his warm palm on my shoulder. I could see the melancholy in his eyes, a worry etched in his beautiful features, and yet all I could do was look at him helplessly, with those horror-filled eyes.

"What is wrong with me, Seungho?" I wanted to ask; but the words wouldn't come to me. "Wha..." my mouth open wide, as yet another squeaky stutter was spat out. I had to be that stubborn, didn't I? I had to want to try to experiment; to see if I was still like what I was two days ago.

And it took me two days to finally realise the truth, the reality sinking in was slightly less overwhelming than I thought it would be. The world spun for just a short while, and then it stopped, for I started to ask myself the most crucial question.

"How am I ever going to sing from now on?"

And it was like a large truck ramming into my dignity; all that I had fought for in my life; all that I had been passionate about; my pride. All of that - gone. A gulp of saliva ran down my throat; and I looked - no, stared, into Seungho's large and bright eyes; now slightly watery, at my own reflection.

And this was the new me. The me that I had to take two days to finally know. The me who winced slightly; as a sudden surge of pain shot through my spine.
That I, Song Ji-hyun, am mute.


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