Give Me Love // Klance

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Song: Afire Love
Artist: Ed Sheeran

⑴ The Fall and Re-Birth

Among the clouds in the sky above, a god of sorts stood proudly before his understudy. Their wings were white as cotton, their halos seeming to glow with a yellowish hue. Everything about them seemed pure. The land of Gods was a sanctuary, where those that died are reborn as angels, demons, or simple spirits.

Nevertheless, each re-birthed soul was assigned individual tasks. However, there were souls that become the understudies before being reborn as human children.

Keith had been one of those souls. He didn't know it yet because Cupid was highly against the idea. The boy was by far one of the best students he had ever taught, and losing such a successful understudy made Cupid's heart clench and an urge to throw up arise in his throat. Even though he knew it was coming, he didn't want to let go.

But he knew fully well of Keith's faith.

So, up until the very hour that Keith disappeared, Cupid kept Keith's faith to himself. He wanted the boy to live happily until the exact moment his soul had to be placed into the body of an unborn orphan.

"Good bye and good luck, my dear boy." Cupid said sadly as he removed his grip from the child he held.

A well populated land stood 3 miles off the coast of China. There, a woman stood; startled as an infant, no more than 3 weeks old lay at her doorstep.

He was a beautiful child, with black hair, pale pink lips, a button nose and smooth skin. She examined the basket the boy was in, and noticed the two tattoos on the baby's wrists. On his left, was a heart outlined in black with a bold 'X' through it. And on his right, a bow with a heart-headed arrow through it. Despite these, the woman was delighted to raise the child as her own.

Picking up the boy, she brought him inside her cozy abode, where she and her husband rejoiced. As she picked him up, she noticed another symbol like a tattoo on his back. Two long red lines outstretched from 1 inch below his shoulder blades and stopped 4 inches above his hips. Thinking nothing of it, she and her husband looked after him as if he was born from them.

"What a wonderful day, hm, 내 사랑?" The woman asked in a chirp. A grin painted itself on her lips as her eyes were filled with love for the child.

Her husband felt his heart swell at the sight of his wife so happy. He didn't care that the child wasn't his own, as long as the live of his life was content, so was he.

"It is, 내 사랑." He replied back as he admired the baby.

For several years now, they had tried for a child to raise, a child to call their own. Now that they finally had one, they were going to give him all that he deserved.

Once he was able to read, they enlisted him in piano lessons, guitar lessons, kick boxing and archery classes.

Keith was a skilled child at that. Everything new that was taught to him, he'd spend half an hour a day to practising it until he got it right. To his teachers, he was an excellent student. To his parents, the ideal child. A handsome boy, even at the age of 5.

His parents, as proud as they were, did grow concerned about the lack of friends their son had, but nevertheless, were happy as long as he was. They did notice however, that Keith was always a happy child; despite his lack of friends.

And life for Keith was good.

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7 years later, the woman was diagnosed with coronary artery disease, and the child spent his next 2 years staying by her side; going to the hospital every day after school. As the days passed by, the woman's life was slowly draining from her. And on this particular day, the 15th of March, something had changed.

"Keith, 내 아이, " she called out to him, just above a whisper.

" 엄마 ?" He questioned, as she laid a hand on his cheek. A small but pained smile crept up on her lips.

" 죄송 해요, 내 아들. 사랑해. " She whispered softly, as the beeping of her monitor stilled. Keith's eyes widened and two strong hands tugged him out of the hospital room; his cheeks stained with salty tears as the bitter liquid made its way in rivers down his cheeks.

Gone. His mother that took care of him, fed him, clothed him and loved him was gone.

It seemed like that nothing really amused Keith anymore. He felt hollow, dead, empty. With his father busy working, The year following felt like a blur. He visited her grave every day, up until the night at the dinner table.

"We have to move, Keith. It's for the best." His father said, as he opened up his file folder and pulled out a paper. His father placed a white sheet of paper infront of him alongside 2 plane tickets headed for Denver, Colorado.

"Pack your bags, we leave tomorrow at 6PM." He stated, and with that, Keith was sent back to his room. That night, he couldn't sleep. He didn't want to leave, he didn't want to abandon the place he was raised in. But at 4PM, he bid adieu to the house he called home.

Goodbye to the South Korean hustle and bustle; goodbye to the few friends he actually had.

'Goodbye, home.' Keith thought to himself, staring out the rear window as his old house got smaller with the distance that grew.

4 hours later, he had finally boarded the plane, sitting beside his father who skimmed through the daily paper. Resting his elbow on the side area, he laid his head on the palm of his hand and drifted off to sleep.

Translations:
(Korean)
내 사랑 - My love
내 아이 - My child
엄마 - Mama
죄송 해요, 내 아들. 사랑해 - I'm sorry, my boy. I love you.

(If the translations are inaccurate, please let me know. I relied on Google translate because I am not entirely a fan of Korean works or South Korea in general. Apologies to all those that do admire Korea.)