to be spared another tragedy. He had been wrong. And as he stared at the lifeless remains, one dreadful question gnawed at him, how many more souls would have to perish before the world finally decided it had taken enough from him?
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Yong-Rae, the damned thing. The ill-fated boy had foolishly believed himself free of the curse after losing two lives in a single stroke, convinced that surely, this would be the end of it. No more lives slipping through his fingers for reasons
siphoned from their bodies. He stared, hoping that another blink might restore the emptiness he had witnessed before. But the bodies remained. Every last one of them. Dead.
He had thought he had already witnessed the worst his curse could inflict, that he had suffered enough
whatever consequences followed. How long would it take for Jaeyoung to understand? How many more times would Yong-Rae have to turn his own desperation into an act of defiance before the other man finally recognized what he had been trying so desperately not to say?
Indescribable, really, the sheer absurdity of it all. How much longer were they expected to remain tangled in such close proximity, forced to save face while confronting the undeniable reality of the man before him? Jaeyoung, in the flesh. Certainly, this was not the sort of
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as everybody else thinks. why else would ππ have abandoned him? no one really stays in his lifeββ but the child jaeyoung thought ππ was different. and he thought wrong. βdon't be mad, πayβray. i just really missed you, you see.β
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fingers. But the intention was never to hurt him. The bar cut through the space between them, serving as little more than a diversion, if Jaeyoung was paying attention, of course. If anything, Yong-Rae seemed far more determined to keep him from harm than to protect himself from