Chapter : 02

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Guess who's back. It's me yall! Have to finished my exams...that's why I didn't get a chance to be here! Anyway...hope you guys are still here...so enjoy :)

Gentle drizzle and fading sunset of the evening managed to bring a soothing vibe to the male who was slowly weeding around the grey and black tombstone that held his beloved's name. The memorial park held silence and calmness despite the fact it was placed near a busy city.

The man who was cleaning around the tombstone just placed the flowers he bought on the concrete surface as he sat beside the slightly wet grass-covered ground. It's been one week since his last visit here and he was already feeling guilty because he used to come and visit his lover every two days.

"MiHo-ya...it's been a while. Did you miss me...? Don't say you are upset because I haven't visited you for a couple of weeks"

The man slowly caresses the photo embedded into the tombstone as his lips curl into a gentle smile. It was a picture of a very lively and cheerful young girl who was in her early twenties.

"Is it cold here? Should I bring your favorite blanket next time? I should, right? It's almost winter"
The man has wiped the photo with his sweatshirt's paw as he fondly looks at the photo continuously for a few minutes before he opens his mouth again to say anything.

"I---I am sorry"
The man batted his eyes as he didn't wanna tears to drop onto his cheeks.

"I am sorry Miho-ya...I am sorry that you are here all alone...I am sorry that I can't take you into my arms and make you feel warm and cozy"
The man cried out and brought his hand to wipe some dirt off the glittery plaque that held the girl's name. His attempt to extend his hand to touch the stone surface made his shirt-sleeved pull back a little and reveal a tattoo on his wrist.

A lone tear fell on the man's cheeks and he hastily pulled his sweatshirt sleeves down to cover the tattoo that appeared beneath it. His Miho hates tattoos. She always used to nag about it and now he regrets he couldn't get rid of it when she was still with him but now he didn't want to because he didn't wanna remove anything that brings him memories about his girl.

"Miho-ya I have something really important to tell you. Please listen to me without getting angry. I know I promised you. I know I shouldn't break this promise but I need to do something that you gonna hate me. But I have to do it. And I-I have to go back to being the person you shouldn't ever me to be again. I really need to go back and finish them with my own hands. I know if you were with me you would still tell me not to do it. But I can't take it anymore. I need to fucking take care of the ones who take you away from me with my own hands. I need to ask them what my innocent girl has done to deserve such cruelty"

The man's eyes were burning in pure rage as he muttered those words. His pale knuckles were turning to an even paler color because of the pressure he was putting to tighten his fists to subside his anger.

"Miho-ya when I saw me forever with you. I had never had an even distant idea of turning into the monster I once was. Baby I never need to go back to being the devil I was before I met you. But this cruel world doesn't wasn't me to be a good man. This fucked up place snatched my will to live by taking you away from me and now I am a shell without life. Baby I still can't believe what you went through".

"I patiently waited for this for two years and finally I guess it's the time"
The man wiped his tears and tightened his lips in a thin line.

"Mi Ho, your Yoongi won't come to see you for a while but the first instance I get a chance I'll be here. Don't hate me for breaking our promise because I have to make them suffer with my own hands"

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"Argh...fuck..."

A middle-aged man who was around his fifties groans against the young girl's neck crook as he picks up his speed and starts to penetrate her with full force. The effect of the drugs he used gave him no idea about how the girl beneath him was nearly passed out from exhaustion.

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