Sempiternal || Saeyeong

༄𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦༄

Alone with my thoughts

Jiyeong's P.O.V
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  They have to help her, right!? They need her for the last game. If she is left here alone, she will die... and I will be the winner. That is not right, I cannot be the winner, it has to be Sae-Byeok, only she deserves it. 

I carefully moved her head into my lap and put my hand over her heart. She had already passed out, but I could not let her die. She has to live.

  So, I waited until the door had finally opened, like a miracle has finally been formed into my life. They came speed-walking in with a guard dressed in a doctor coat. The doctor pulled her away from me, I tried to hold her for as long as I could, letting my hand graze over hers as they lifted her onto a small stretcher. My eyes scanned, cautiously, over their procedure which seemed careless and unexperienced. 

  They quickly checked her heartbeat and clumsily took her blood pressure and vitals. I watched in silence as they wheeled her into a back room, closing the gate, and leaving me alone in the dark, silent room with Sang-Woo's dead body right next to me. His blood had mixed with my own, simply ending the war between two rivals. I could not say I was struck with guilt, nor could I say I regretted killing another being. No, actually I was happy. It felt so exhilarating, so... relieving to kill the man I hated the most, who really deserved the right to leave this Earth.

  My rage died down the second my knife pierced through his skin. I had been the one to protect Sae-Byeok, and not the other way around. I could stare at his dead body all day, and only relieve happy memories. 

  With careful movements, I lifted my body up from the ground and stumbled over to my bed. The guards will be in any second with another coffin, for another dead body.

  Closing my eyes, I lied sideways on the bed, resting my head on the pillow. No threat was there to welcome me anymore, I had eliminated the last of my threats and now I can relax. The only thought that kept me restless was Sae-Byeok. 

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  The fluorescent lights of the lobby had rudely intruded into my eyelids, disturbing my sleep. It took me a couple of seconds to realize what had happened last night. Let's list them from most important to least important:

1.I kissed Sae-Byeok's cheek! She also did not hate me afterwards.

2.Sae-Byeok got stabbed in the leg once again. Ouch!

3.Sae-Byeok is being taken care of.

4.Me and Sae-Byeok had made it out safely in the fifth game. 

5.I confessed my feelings to Sae-Byeok!

6.She did not deny hers.

7.Oh yeah, Sang-Woo died. Not very important.

  So, in conclusion: It was a pretty successful day. But what am I to do today? It does not look like we are playing the last game just yet, and I am all alone in this room, left alone with only my thoughts. 

  But, as the day progressed, I had realized it was not so bad. Letting my thoughts take over my mind, instead of ignoring them all the time. I came to terms with my emotions and feelings, noting that I could care less about what others thought about them.

  All they had served us for breakfast was a banana, and a small cup of milk. If I do not die of murder in here, I will definitely die from starvation. 

  For hours and hours, I sat there by myself, thinking about the past, future, and present. Right now, the future ran through my mind. More specifically: Sae-Byeok and I's. I thought about how it would be like if we both survived after the games. Me and her, driving to Jeju with the radio blasting. Drinking mojitos on the beach with the sound of waves crashing in front of us.

  But, realistically thinking, my visions stopped right after the last game. I am set on sacrificing everything for her to see her win. My heart cramped with worry as I thought about her not leaving this place alive. Usually, I was not a soft nor sympathetic person, but tears hugged my eyes, and I could not help but let them fall.

  And so, I cried until dinner came and, very impatiently, waited for Sae-Byeok to walk out healthy and fine.

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Milk, dark, or white chocolate? Definitely white for me!

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