Mina's eyes opened wide. She had subconsciously imagined herself in a scene from some trash novelty book she had read out of boredom. Her mind suddenly recalled the time where she felt the loneliest. She had been reading lots of love stories and they had made her heart ache with jealousy of a fairytale love story. The kind where the 'Cinderella' always got her prince. It was also around that time that Mina had been researching President Lee. She wondered if the books she had been reading influenced her infatuation with him. She silently cursed herself for dabbling in such an embarrassing hobby. She was no Cinderella, and he was no prince. He had taken something from her she could never get back. It was not romantic. It was not loving. It was not gentle, and as if to rub it in her face, all of it was removed from her memory and she was only left with the scars to prove it was real.