Personal Message
 
ZHAO
CANDICE
JUNE 9, 1990
SINGLE
STRAIGHT
DIAMOND CUTTER
 
 
 
 
 
PERFECT JEWELS

 
 
TRUST
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Last time I remember really talking to someone, I can only think of you, you and you. My confused self won't let me see too far back into my oblique past, but I know I smiled at least once. Those tiny little pieces of art were worth nothing compared to the happiness and security you gave me in those whimsical moments. I need you back so I can feel safe... But there's a problem. I don't think you'll be safe.
 
drama/angst/bittersweet friendship

 
WEDDING RING
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Unfortunate, isn't it? Why am I being forced to cut the perfect diamond for you? Of all people you? Those moments we shared, were they of no value for you? Do you realize how much it pains me to realize you're giving yourself to another woman? Maybe if I was more stable, more calm, and more feminine in my expertise, you would love me. This diamond... it's stained with blood and tears.
 
drama/angst

 
TEMPTATIONS
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Expect nothing less than temptation when I see your face. I know it's dangerous, but I've accepted the risks for what it's worth. Your touch makes me forget who I am. It makes me loose control of my reality, but distances me from my fears. I've learned to love the ecstasty and euphoria you lips bring. Help me unleash all of me.
 
/drama/hardcore

 
GLASS ANIMALS
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So how did we even meet? Our relationship is rather questionable. I don't remember the details as to how I ended up taking care of you when I couldn't even take care of myself. Why do I feel so comfortable in your arms? Do you even feel secure with me? How is this ed up relationshihp a plausible one? I love it when you're with me, whether it be casual or intimate.
 
noona plot. angst/drama 

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"You're doing beautifully, Candice!" Those were the words that were spoken to her when she first tried the art of sculpting. Magic was created at her fingertips, and beauty blossomed from her nerves. At that time, she was only eight years old. It didn't take much longer for word about her natural talent to spread, and soon, she was a child artist - a prodigy that people deemed most likely to succeed. Candice, however, felt only the pressure and burdens to live up to the title of a "genius". Her parents pushed her to fulfill the name and bring fame and fortune to their family... They were too poor to let go of any opportunity to bring fame to their family name.

Candice lived in silence when she attended middle school. She didn't like to express her feelings because she would be reprimanded for complaining. She was a genius... Why would anyone complain about being a genius? That's what they always told her. She kept her lips sealed and kept all her thoughts and feelings bottled up. Anger... Sadness... Happiness... Confusion... She kept them all inside her no mater the cost. Her prolonging silence was an embodiment of her obedience to her parents' wishes. Middle school was three full years of confusion... When high school started, it escalated to a whole new level.

Candice this! Candice that! Do this! Do that!

Her hands trembled and began to falter whenever she came near even the smallest amount of acrylic material, clay, or glass. Her head hurt and her eyes watered... She wanted everyone to leave her alone and let her be at peace! Was that so hard to ask? Her thoughts went haywire, but Candice yet again, ignored the building explosion in side of her.

"It's ok... I'll be fine"

Soon, Candice found herself slowly distancing herself from people she once held dear. The moment she went to college, she cut off her phoneline. She erased her address, moved away, and made no contact with anyone. It became three years of silence and more destructiveness within her. Instead of her sculpting, she turned to archeology out of the blue, and after one day inside a laboratory full of diamonds, she found a new interest.

She watched in awe as a man near her age precisely cut a lump of shine into a beautiful masterpiece. How could he create something beautiful? It was more beautiful than anything she had ever seen. Candice found herself spending hours in labs and workshops working on the art of diamond cutting. It took her days to finally cut a diamond to her liking, and the result was beautiful. But that joy was cut short...

On her graduation day...

She fainted.

Candice woke up dazed and confused in the dead of night in the university infirmary, and she felt oddly different. She laughed to herself as she sat in her bed, thinking of how she wished to leave this world... What was wrong with her? She took her chances and took a leap of faith out of the infirmary window..

and the next day, she couldn't remember why she had gashes, cuts and bruises all over her body.