I just want to be a normal student! ⚔️

Chapter 55- The three questions (2) ⚔️

A/N: Was going to change the title, but maybe I'll just use the old one once more 👀

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I promised Jour.

That I will live.

No matter what it takes.

No matter what I have to do.

And so, I waited.

For my friend whom I believe, that would come and get me out of this hellish place.

For him, I waited.

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, yet, I never once wavered as I uncomplainingly waited.

Even though knowing that my life will be at risk.

Even though knowing that, without anyone's protecting, my identity to those hunters will eventually get exposed.

Even so, I still waited.

And waited.

For you who never returns.

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At the moment that Barrow heard the question, he abruptly went silent.

Could it be that it's a difficult question?

Was that why the usual unhesitant him couldn't immediately respond?

No. It's the exact opposite.

"How I've been living so far?"

Briefly, Barrow repeated the question.

Something that he'd never thought he would be asked.

None.

There was, not a single hint of emotion in his eyes when he spoke out that phrase.

His voice, that was always fair— neither too high or low pitched, was suddenly being pressed as though he was forcing himself to speak.

With the sense of bitterness that had swollen up in his throat.

On his fair facial feature, blue veins seemed to be growing out that Barrow could feel his blood vessel boiling hot.

What did he just hear?

A question about his life?

About how he was living?

As though he planned his disappearance on purpose.

As though 'he who asked' hadn't been the one to abandon him.

"Isn't it funny?"

With his eyes that remained cold as ice, Barrow asked.

Wearing no sort of expression that hinted the said amusement.

Following that, he also gave Kim Rok Soo no time to progress his thought when he eventually added in a heavier tone.

"That you, out of all people, still have the audacity to ask me that."

As sharp as ever, Barrow had no intention of holding back.

The bluntness of his words naturally did not fail to give out its mercilessness, directing at the boy whom those cold words were referred to.

Once, those words were what Barrow used to use whenever he was fending the criticisms off his childhood friend.

Yet, those hurtful words had now somehow made a turn, pointing at no one but him who was that friend.