Digging up Taeyeon's grave was the only thing I thought was wrong.
Because she told me it was wrong, but it was something I had to do.
Something I had to do if I wanted to hunt down Tiffany, being programmed to think that she was my life's greatest threat, I did so.
I traveled back to Taeyeon's grave, and dug with my bare hand.
The first layer the first night, the second layer the second night, the third layer the third night, the continuing seconds on each of the other nights.
Half a foot of dirt was tossed upwards and onto the surface of the world it never belonged.
Sleeping next to her grave gave me a sense of comfort in the night, because she was closer to me than anyone, singing me lullabies as the soul's singing clashed with hers.
Or maybe it was just the wind.
The final layer was a simple brushing, and I touched the wood once more, it was still as smooth as I last left it.
Albeit now lined with splinters waiting to happen.
I lifted my knife from my sheath and lined it in between the mouth the tomb, then pried open its ugly jaws.
The teeth inside still laid clean, for it was a fresher corpse than the rest.
I stared upon Taeyeon's sleeping face, and felt remorse, nothing else than digging up this woman's grave.
But she urged me on, she urged me on to do it before anyone came here for the arriving holiday to pay respects to the dead.
How ironic.
If they come, you'll just leave evidence and that's too troublesome to count.
With that same knife that killed the man, unsheathed Taeyeon's resting place and released my emotions, I sliced a sliver of meat from her abdomen, just above her innards.
She told me that wasn't enough for what she had wanted me to do.
I tapped the knife on her heart, no, that didn't seem right.
Whatever would I wish to do with something that was already dead?
But then I knew where I wanted to incision, yet for some reason, my hand could move so eagerly.
I couldn't proceed with the surgical like procedure through the tears in my eyes.
Dripping down my face onto Taeyeon's, right below her eyes to make her seem as if she was crying also.
To make her seem like, not like she was.
Just shut up and cut it out, the real Taeyeon emptily said.
I left the gates, still crying, still without tossing the dirt back into the underground, still left Taeyeon's body where she laid.
But in my hands held the most important part of her, the right lobe of her brain.
And with the tears still in my eyes, I dedicate this chapter to her.
