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Chapter 1 Desperation
“One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.”
“There are stories about us you know.” A joyful laugh lingers in the air, a childish pitch of lingering aches in his chest.
The days blended into nights of artists' strokes that could never capture the glimmer of beauty that he wanted to touch so much. “I dread to think of what they say.” A humorful voice that was deeper and wizen from the touches of age.
“You are such a sourpuss my love.” Lips of baby softness slid over his own, angels breath the taste of vanilla with roughness of faint hair that would never become adult coarse with age. “I look those stories up.”
“You really shouldn’t do that because then I can never find you.” His palm digging into those soft curls, the pain on his own lips trying to keep in this moment. “I want to find you, Chay.”
“You will be my love.” The glow was becoming brighter behind Porchay curls, “Another night, another moment stolen…through every twist and turn of coil in space. I will always love you.”
“Chay…don’t go.”
A chirping laughter and the blend of the world fades to white.
Breathing in, Kim didn’t dare to open his eyes, he could feel the streak of tears slipping from the corner. Another day in this cruel world without Porchay in his life he was famous as Wik but the car crash taking away Porchay before he could talk to him all those years ago was gone.
The frozen Polaroids were pasted beside him in a frame. Immortalizing Porchay forever when they were simply happy together through his lies. How he wished he could take back everything he had said.
“If only.” Those words from Porsche mouth the regret over the grave of his brother. They discover that it wasn’t the mafia that took away the young nineteen year old, but rather a drunk driver. Killing both the bodyguard and Porchay on impact.
There was no one to blame and inwardly, Kim always wondered if he had stepped in to talk to Porchay, delaying him from leaving that day. Would things have been different?
‘What if?’
‘What would you do if you could change time?’
‘I would do everything again so I can spend more time with him.’
‘Isn't death a fix point?’
These thoughts spiral around in circles in Kim’s mind, the what ifs. If he had to steal from himself in another world he would do so selfishly because Kimhant never would share if he fell into his hands. He wasn’t Wik the kind facade or Kim the considerate hidden boy.
Omake 1
Kim: Is it fun licking ice cream off my hands?
Chay: There’s no point in being grown-up if you can’t be childish sometimes.
Kim: When will I get a chance to lick it off your pants?
Chay: Did you drop ice cream on my pants?
Kim: Not yet.
Chay: Try it.
Omake 2
Chay: Superior intelligence and senseless cruelty just do not go together in humans.
Kim: How does my cat mv have to do with Superior intelligence and senseless cruelty?
Chay: Humans cannot be Superior intelligent or senselessly cruel only cats can be.
Kim: Oh….