Lies took the elevator.
Truth took the stairs.
Both arrived and met Revelation.
Jane killed a family in a car accident. Depressive and accustomed to self-harm, she decides to go back to where her life toppled upside down. Jane doesn't know what to e...
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If you ask me if I'm a believer, my answer is yes.
I believe something created us.
Is it God? To be honest, I can't say.
One thing is sure some Stranger Things are occurring around me since I've got back here.
I've met an angel, a real one, at least it's what I think when he appears out of nowhere and twists the arm of one of the drunk guys who was bothering me.
I'm not adept at the knight in shining armor theory, but this guy could almost convert me.
The other drunk guy comes on to the bouncer; he pushes away the first man he held and starts punching the newcomer. When I say punch, I'm talking real heavyweight jabs, and there's no stopping him.
The other guy gets up and comes back to take a swing at my savior, who backs away and touches his face where the punch landed; I see a glint in his eye, which sends waves of shivers over my body.
My angel runs, and he takes on both guys. He's enraged, and the men are down. Now my angel is kicking one vigorously as though the guy was a sandbag.
It's one of those scenes where the damsel watches gasping in shock, but I can't just stand there. My legs move of their own accord; I see myself grab onto him from behind under his chest. I have to stop him; he'll kill the man.
"Kumanhaseyo! [stop]" I yell.
And he stops; his chest rises and collapses under my arms as he heaves. I can't see his face, but I imagine his angry expression.
I already see us explaining everything at the police station, but the guys get up and have a reaction, which I don't expect. They run, leaving us alone.
After a few seconds of silence where I hold him while listening to his heavy breaths, the bouncer pushes my hands away with violence and turns to face me, his neatly gelled hair is a mess, and his shirt is hanging out from his pants. Dressed all in black at this instant, he portrays the perfect image of a 깡패 [Kangpae=gangster]
"Neo, michinseo? [are you crazy?], or are you just a contextual idiot?"
"Eh,ㅡ."
"You leave a club alone, and you walk around barefooted, don't you have an ounce of self-awareness. What's wrong with you? Did you see how drunk they were? I know you foreigners think Seoul is safe and all, but bad things happen here like anywhere else in the world," he says before spitting beside himself.
My eyes blink in dismay like Polaroid snapshots. The guy is scolding me, and he's yelling as though I was his child and loud enough to wake up the neighborhood.
While I listen to him scream, I search in my memory, and no, not even Rebecca or Travis have ever shouted at me like this. It makes me uncomfortable, especially since I don't know him.
