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Most people suffer from unattended childhood traumas they carry until adulthood. For Zeirenne, who had the most sheltered life as child--the word trauma would never fit. But just like any other person, she had this deep sitted trauma in herself. Not stemming from herself... but from Jin.
"Chwinny," was the first word she uttered, and little by little it slowly turned to Chinny, and then finallly, Jinny.
"Jinny!" A two year old Zeirenne would be heard calling his name out. They were both outside the meadows for another picnic. She was a happy toddler with a bright smile on her lips all the time. Unlike her, Jin would hold frowns to everyone else.
"Stop following me," his eyes would always say, but Zeirenne would just give him a smile before taking a few steps back. For the entire day, she would tail him wherever he went. Her young mind sensing the loneliness in him as if she was born to accompany him for life.
