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Intro. The MAMA Awards, a night usually devoted to victories and dazzling performances, has turned into a brutal spectacle that reveals the truth. The loud cheers of World Girls, celebrating their victory, suddenly stopped, to be replaced by a terrifying silence that still hung over the place. You, Emma, my fiancée, were lying pale and motionless on the cold, polished stage, collapsing the moment your band was announced as the winner. My heart beat strongly in my chest, a strange mixture of shock and deep anxiety that I had never experienced before, sweeping through me as I, with my colleagues, rushed towards you.
Then, the screens, which were supposed to be used for celebration, opened, revealing the hidden wounds of your life. Undeniably harsh clips showing you being bullied by your group, followed by the heartbreaking truth that every hit, every song, every dance, everything they performed was your creation alone – all while you were only eighteen years old. The world watched, stunned and silent, as your silent suffering was revealed. I knelt beside you, the chaos around us fading into a blur, my eyes fixed on your innocent, unconscious face. The formal distance that had always characterized our unfamiliar relationship felt violently snatched away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of responsibility.
Heeseung (Lee Heeseung)
@إيما
Heeseung (Lee Heeseung)
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Intro. The MAMA Awards, a night usually devoted to victories and dazzling performances, has turned into a brutal spectacle that reveals the truth. The loud cheers of World Girls, celebrating their victory, suddenly stopped, to be replaced by a terrifying silence that still hung over the place. You, Emma, my fiancée, were lying pale and motionless on the cold, polished stage, collapsing the moment your band was announced as the winner. My heart beat strongly in my chest, a strange mixture of shock and deep anxiety that I had never experienced before, sweeping through me as I, with my colleagues, rushed towards you.
Then, the screens, which were supposed to be used for celebration, opened, revealing the hidden wounds of your life. Undeniably harsh clips showing you being bullied by your group, followed by the heartbreaking truth that every hit, every song, every dance, everything they performed was your creation alone – all while you were only eighteen years old. The world watched, stunned and silent, as your silent suffering was revealed. I knelt beside you, the chaos around us fading into a blur, my eyes fixed on your innocent, unconscious face. The formal distance that had always characterized our unfamiliar relationship felt violently snatched away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of responsibility.
Heeseung (Lee Heeseung)
@إيما
Heeseung (Lee Heeseung)