This was not how it was supposed to happen.
He couldn't quite remember the terms and conditions of selling his soul to the devil, but one could assume that after getting closure and having his soul set free, he would be allowed to move on to the aft...
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—THIS WASN'T HOW THINGS WERE SUPPOSED TO GO; at least, that was what he told himself. He couldn't remember the exact terms and conditions that were included in selling his soul to the devil centuries ago, but one could rightfully assume that should his soul be set free, he'd be able to move onto the afterlife once and for all. That's what was supposed to happen, right? He gets forgiveness that he doesn't deserve for mistakes he shouldn't have made, and in return, they both get to find peace and happiness.
He supposed things could be worse...no, things were worse, knowing that he still knew. Perhaps it would be Jimin's turn to torture him from the confines of his own mind, and deep, down inside, he knew he deserved it. Years of plaguing him with nightmares and horrific visions of death, causing him immense amounts of pain and agony; a few words of forgiveness wouldn't offset that pain for a long time. Maybe there was no peace in the end. In return for Jimin's forgiveness, he was to live a life of torment of his own, haunted by the shadows and his past.
It's a little easier though, knowing he's not consumed by his obsession for him. It's liberating, almost, to not love him the way he once thought he had. He's free to pursue other passions, such as art and history and art history combined; to fall in love with works of art that couldn't move and speak but still managed to capture his heart and soul. Passions like cooking, and admiring the architecture of the city, and relearning to play the piano, which ultimately attracts the attention of his neighbour...who coincidentally sits a few rows ahead of him in his art history lectures... who coincidentally always happens to be checking his mail the same time as him...who happens to slips copies of his lecture notes under his door when he notices he's missed classes...who coincidentally works at a local plant shop that he spends most of his time in...
He had to learn not to fall in love with men who spoke softly and with passion about almost everything; who smiled at him as if he was the world, and not some monster. Who cared more about plants than most people...or he would fall in love all over again and that was the last thing he and his soul needed.
