Truths Of A Lie

Fire

Agust grabbed his jacket and ran out the house. The cold air was hitting his skin, causing bumps and his wounds to scream. He sighed and ignored the pain that he loved to indulge in so much as he put on his jacket. He paused another guy had bumped into him on the street. His anger taking over him, but he wanted to save his rage for Mai-Fang. His only problem was that he already had turned towards the stranger and slammed him against the metal garage opening that was now closed. Agust had let his anger take control of half of his body. He didn't want to kill this stranger, he wanted to kill Mai-Fang. So he punched the stranger until his knuckles were sore and left the stranger in the dust.

Agust approached a store that had the only thing that would calm his soul.

A Piano..

But the store was locked, so he broke the glass door open with a rock in his fist, not caring about the alarm going off in the store. He just began to touch the keys and played until he felt a calmness. His calm state was broken when he heard whistling. It was loud and clear as day. He got up as the whistling continued and walked down the road, towards the whistling. Soon after, a bright light had appeared, blinding his vision and it almost hit him. Seconds later, he heard the car crash. Agust ran towards the crash and saw that the car had crashed into the store with the piano.

His soul was crushed even more than before.

His only source of peace had been crushed with violence. He ran all the way back to his house and dialed another number.

"Anneong haeseyo?" A tired voice answered. "Meet me in the alley by the marketplace at six o'clock." And then he hung up. He spent the rest of the night packing up his bag with the things he would need to do the deed. The next day came sooner than the daylight and Agust was ready. He grabbed his bag and went to the alley by the marketplace, waiting for his victim to arrive. Then she came.

"Jagi.." He breathed with a smile. "Min Yoongi.." She smiled and stood still. He motioned for her to come closer to him and when she did, he began to kiss her. She stopped him when his hands began to feel lower than she had anticipated.. "Suga.. Min Yoongi.. We cannot do this this here.." "You don't want the world to see that we exist and I know why.. I have seen him. There is no need for you to hide him from me any longer. I saw you. He was there with you yesterday!" He began to breathe hard and let his hands run over his face and hair. "You lied to me!" Then suddenly, his lips curled up into a smile as his hands wrapped around her waist.

"Yongseohaejulge."

He said before stabbing the knife into her stomach. He smiled at watching her suffer, but when her blood began to spill out of her mouth, his smile faded. I felt myself leaving his body and I began to observe them both. He wiped the blood off of her mouth and tears began to spill onto his cheeks as he kissed her.

"Mai-Fang.. I'm sorry.." He had his hands wrapped around her face, her eyes blinking rapidly. "I told you this would happen. I'm crazy for you." He got into her ear. "And I will destroy you." She nodded before falling into his arms. "Mai-Fang.." He let his tears run onto her face as he pressed his cheek to hers. "I will be with you soon.." He whispered to her before I had entered him again and he began to rip at her clothes. Pushing down on her stomach, making the blood ooze out of her belly and onto his hands. "Saranghaeyo.." He said before kissing her lips once more and throwing her aside. He ran back to his house, tears spilling down his face and the memory of her filling his head. He was at his house before he knew it and began to throw everything around, searching for one thing.

A lighter..

When he had trashed the entire house, he found the lighter in his back pocket when he sat down on his bed. After fiddling with the lighter, he went into the garage and got the gasoline. I watched him pour the gasoline all around the room and all over his bed. He lit the lighter and set his room to flames. Indulging the heat and pain, he laid back into his bed and let it burn him. He didn't scream, he didn't try to escape. His flesh burned.

I felt myself being brought back into the present and there, my eyes once again met his red and no longer bloody eyes. He seemed angry with me and I didn't bother fighting back afterwards. I figured that if I did one more thing, I would be done for. I wasn't sure that if he was angry with me, it was because I had just looked into his soul and peered into his own personal story of how and why he died or if it was just because he was already upset and me pulling my arm back from him was a trigger for him.. Either way, I knew that one thing was true..

He truly does not delight in my presence right now.