"You've been living a lie your whole life. Don't you want to avenge yourself from the people who kept you from the truth?"
"I don't know where to begin."
"Well, it's really easy. First, you have to become one of us."
Peril has yet again taken over t...
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SATURDAY; 12:49:02 PM
After knowing the fact that Taeyong is the city's notorious criminal, walking around him in these streets made me feel ironically safe. It just gives me reassurance that I won't be harmed in any ways possible because I am with a highly dangerous man.
But the dread just lingered at the back of my head. The idea of being with the wolve's leader had me drowned in profound thoughts. I kept on shrugging it off, but I haven't let it sink in. I was in a state of flux for some reason and it's making me nauseous.
Being torn in between fear and relief. I was not standing in any sides.
It just kept on bothering me: how in the hell did I even get involve in such a chaotic chain of misery and death. It's like living in an actual shithole. There's not a day when I'm not being chased by danger. It's always behind me, creeping in the corners. If I look away, it just strangles me.
It's frustratingly suffocating. I constantly gasp for air but it just gets tighter and tighter. There was no way out. And I don't want to get stuck here forever.
It occurred to me how would I ever escape from this shitty life if ever Taeyong's plan fail. If I can't fight for myself, might as well run away from all of this. It's apparently the only thing I can for I am a person with no power and authority.
I might never get back my normal life in that case. The chances are pretty slim. And if everything were to restart, I don't think I would ever recover from the damages I had in the time being. I'm too scarred. And it just gets worse as I breathe, as I live another day. The blight has infested in me. And it's gnawing my insides, corrupting the roots that connect my system. I don't feel like myself anymore.
It's like, I don't remember what it's like to wake up without getting paranoid over a random phone call. I don't know what it's anymore to walk in the streets without getting insane whenever I bump into a stranger. I forgot what it's like to be relaxed because shit just spontaneously happens at the least expected moment.
Even when this catastrophe has been going on for a while now, I have not still adapted to it. I haven't got used to it. Maybe because a part of me is still hoping things will be okay even when I've been heavily traumatized even when I was a child.
It's just not the life I hoped for. . . it never will be.
Taeyong accompanied me to get home. But before anything else, I had to make a stop at my gallery. Jungwoo would probably be stressing over the thought that I had not been leaving any plans and updates for our upcoming exhibit.
"Miss Park, what happened to you?" Jungwoo's eyes flared looking at the bruise on my jaw. "Please don't tell me you weren't attacked?!"
I patted the boy's shoulder and flashed a crooked smile. "I'm alright, Jungwoo. Don't worry."
He eyed Taeyong from head to toe and notice the lesions on his veiny arms. His brows knitted together in perplexity but he did his best to let it off.
