Will be posting a new adaptation this week. Excerpt:

"Welcome home, Sandara."

Sandara's eyes widened. The words rolled easily off his tongue, still in those same dark tones with which she had heard him speak before, only with a softness to it now, a sweet gentleness that stole her heart and swept her mind away. Her eyes widened, the compassion in Jiyong's voice killing her words. Her stomach trembled under his hands and she closed her eyes, breathing in oxygen and his scent with it, more terrified than happy, and completely lost.

His hand rose to her face, brushing away strands of her hair, caressing her cheek, and then she felt his lips against her neck. All rational thought left her. It was a sweet, loving gesture, asking nothing, but unmistakably intimate, and she swallowed, her heart constricting as a deep, painful longing welled up from somewhere deep within her, a lonely cry making itself heard from where it had been long buried and ignored. But she knew none of this was real.

"How was your day?" he whispered, his embrace both a torture and a comfort.

She smiled, for the camera, because she was the hope of the world, or some part of it, and people needed her to smile. She relaxed, shaking out her anxiety, remembering what she was about. Turning her head slightly toward Jiyong, just enough to make out a tenderness in his eyes that she had never seen before, she transported the smile to him.

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