Tears stained those pages, mixing the ink into blotches on a canvas raw with emotion.
Every letter dove deeper, thrashing apart barely healed scars of the past. He persevered in his confessions until, finally writing his last farewell, sobs broke his body in full force.
His very soul was laid bare to himself and the angels and he couldn't take it. He couldn't handle the depth to which he felt, the level to which he cared. He couldn't handle the pure helplessness of wishing things could be different.
At that moment, he despised his ten year old self. He despised himself for the trade he made. He loathed the beautiful man he encountered after weeks of searching who decided a ten year old was mature enough to sell his life for his brother's. He hated the doctors who gave up on Yeosang's until the burden of life fell onto his young shoulders.
And he hated the fact that, even now, he would do it all over again.
Dispelling wintery chills, his body heated in writhing agony. The fear of death, the loss of his family, the loss of his own future tumbled together in a stream of the most terrible confusion.
And for a while, he simply allowed himself to feel.
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Twenty-Four Hours || k.hj
FanfictionHongjoong knew the moment he awoke; he that knew today was the day. His twenty four hours. °°° The body which had been his for over twenty five years suddenly seemed peculiar to use. Memories suffused his mind, memories he thought had been long lost...
