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‧̍̊˙· 𓆝⋆୨୧˚ 𓆛⋆୨୧˚ 𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊
„H-how? Why?"
„Because you asked. And I cannot promise you the world if I can't do something as simple as giving you your happiness back."
Since she owns me, she owns everything I own.
Lies were constant ballerina's in his theatre, a never ending play that In-ho's hands grew tired of clapping for. A boring hall, with red long curtains framing the stage, giving the ballerina's a menacing glow.
Yet, clouds covered the ceiling soon, spitting floating mist out as if a volcano turned into heaven's art with white lava flowing out the stony walls of the volcano. The clouds covered the stage, letting his lies sail over them and dancing with glowing ghosts.
His mind was a jumbled mess, his dark eyes watching with sparked and newfound interest as he looked at the play. Their movements were like always, the same little piece that plagued his mind over decades.
But for the first time, In-ho was actually curious enough to listen, to see.
From the moment these cotton clouds hang over his dance of lies like framed old art pieces, he was still caged like always, but he grew to love his cage.
It's because she entered his dance of lies. Her clouds barged inside his prison quiet and softly, but his acknowledgment felt like the earthquake of a glowing volcano demanding attention.
She was the glowing volcano, demanding his attention.
„I'm yours. I'm yours."
And oh, how she got his attention. And that before her soul was even interwoven with his own, before he suddenly decided that she was his by her careless utterances of words that changed his perspective on life itself.
Now, life wasn't the future anymore. Because every time he touches her hand, he's holding his meaning of life in his hands. He is touching life by touching her, and he'll make sure he admires her like Death admires Life from the other side.
Dark honey suns were watching his earth, watching as Esmeray sat close to the one owing his life to In-ho. A whiskey was in his hand, but by the first sip he recognizes nothing different than apple juice.
He should've expected something like this when he asked Esmeray for something like alcohol.
She was looking at him, staring, after he answered her confused question with such a beautiful answer. But Ali interrupted their intense little staring moment.
„So, you lied to me the whole time? You had something going on with the very leader?" He asked accusingly, looking at her with an irritated frown.
