『 We can't go to hell
IF WE'RE ALREADY THERE 』
It all started on a cold night when a witness sees a killer dump the body of their victim into the river.
Just as he was about to do the same thing.
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Taekwoon
♚He couldn't hear himself♚
Panic floods his veins like rushing waters, and he can't seem to hear anything else except for the sound of his stuttering heart as fear corrupts his soul. Taekwoon's hands begin to tremble as his eyes wander over to the body in front of him and his thoughts race in his mind.
I didn't do it. I didn't do it, he repeats a false mantra. He chokes out a gasp and pulls at his hair, I didn't kill him. It wasn't me.
The rain pounds on his back like angry fists as though the skies were mad at what he'd done. He whimpers and takes a step back, I didn't do it.
Taekwoon jumps at the sound of thunderclap just as the reality of the events begin to sink in. He takes a shuddering breath and looks around before quickly putting his gloved hands around the young man's ankles. He drags the body towards the river nearby.
Each step he takes feels heavier than the last; it was as if he was carrying the weight of his sin which doubles with every second that passes. Taekwoon grunts at the effort of having to pull the young man's body. So young, yet he was already dead. He stops for a moment to catch his breath but loses the chance to do so.
His blood freezes and the cold seeps into his bones. He hears the thunder again, louder this time, as if the storm was closer now. He shivers at the sight of a figure on the other side of the river, committing the same sin Taekwoon had done.
He watches as the figure makes her way towards the middle of the river, holding a lifeless body. With a kiss, she hesitates to let go but after a moment, she unwillingly takes a step back and watches as the river takes the body in a cold embrace of black waters.
Her eyes glow as lightning flashes above, and they snap towards Taekwoon, staring into his soul. She emerges from the darkness and glances at the dead man in his hands, a smirk crawling onto her lips as she lifts a finger up, hushing the chaos within Taekwoon for a moment. She then withdraws back into the shadows, where she belonged.
Taekwoon stays still for a few seconds, unable to let go of the breath he was holding in-afraid that she would hear him and return for him. He closes his eyes and whimpers; he was afraid of both what he'd seen and what he was about to do.
He finally turns back to the body of his victim: a young man with light brown hair that contrasts sharply against his pale white skin. His soul breaks like shattered glass at the sight in front of him, and each shard pierces into his heart. Taekwoon's stomach churns and he closes his eyes again. I didn't do it, he repeats weakly.
There were no stars to guide him through the dark forest; even the lonely moon that shines a weak light was moving away from him as he deserves none of it. Taekwoon treads carefully and when he was finally close to where the frigid waters met the thirsty ground, his grip around the body tightens, not a bit of him hesitates, and he heaves it towards the river that welcomed it with open arms.
He then turns around and dashes back, leaves rustling as he runs past the looming trees, in a hurry to escape the place of his remorse. He retreats into the confines of his car and wastes no time in driving away. His heart hammers in his chest, pounding wildly in his rib cage like an animal wanting to break free.
He desperately gasps for air, lungs failing and collapsing into itself. Taekwoon's eyes begin tearing up as fear and guilt gnaws at his heart. He arrives back into the city, but he fails to notice it since the world had already melted away in a blur of lights.
He felt foul, filthy and soiled as he makes his way into his house. He goes straight for his shower and tries every single wash he could find but none of them could clean the blood on his hands that only he can see. He sobs and clings onto the words he kept repeating to himself, I didn't do it.
His hands tangle themselves into his hair as he curls into a ball in the corner of the washroom with the water numbing his senses. His mind falls into a peaceful slumber as the voices of his thoughts slowly fade away, but his eyes were open---never forgetting what they had seen.
Taekwoon's small moment of relief shatters and he screams out, the memory of the crime he had committed comes crashing down on him. He wanted to cry but he couldn't. The tears just won't come out.
The anger he felt earlier was quickly converted to sadness and guilt. The picture of the young man, lying lifelessly on the road, kept on showing in his head, haunting him in every passing second.
I didn't do it. He thinks once more, weeping, as he feels the drops of water from the shower serve as tears for his dry eyes.
He finally walks out of the shower, his naked body shivering as the cold air touches his bare skin. Taekwoon puts on his clothes in frantic movements; he was desperate to leave the house in order to find something that would remove the blood on his hands. He slams the door behind him and hurriedly drives off, momentarily escaping the havoc in his head.
♔ over the sound of his demons screaming. ♔
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