"You've been living a lie your whole life. Don't you want to avenge yourself from the people who kept you from the truth?"
"I don't know where to begin."
"Well, it's really easy. First, you have to become one of us."
Peril has yet again taken over t...
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SATURDAY; 7:23:09 AM
"All this time, you knew who I was. . . ," I said behind gritted teeth. "You had every chance to tell me but you chose not to. Why?"
Taeyong heaved a deep sigh and sauntered to me, sitting on the duvet.
"I have my reasons. And one of them was to protect you," He cleared his throat and proceeded:
"It's been like ten years since the last time I saw you and. . . meeting you again back at the book shop had me mortified. Not because you were crying at that time but because of the thought that you acted like I was some random stranger. I assumed you purposely did that. But when I found out that you lost your memories, I knew spilling the truth to you all at once won't be a good idea. You wouldn't believe me. So, I took advantage of the whole situation."
"Is. . . that so. . .Thinking about it, you had the answers to my questions all along. You know how troubled I was. You know how these unending queries keep on disturbing me every now and then." My voice sounded like it was going to crack. I was trying my best not to shed more tears. I think had lost enough fluids in my body.
Taeyong startlingly looked me in the eye which had me taken aback, his expression palpable with perturbation and disdain. More so, regret was evident in his dark irises.
I was falling into an endless pit, bewildered as ever. It was very much hard for me to take in. It all just happened too sudden. But I was finally able to see the picture here. I wasn't the clueless girl who seemed to have been lost for a while.
"Honestly, I didn't know what to expect after seeing you in such a long time. I didn't know how to introduce myself. I mean, I couldn't just walk up to you and say 'hey it's me! Your childhood friend who has now become the leader of the city's notorious gang. I've missed you so much. Want to hang out with me?'"
He licked his lower lip and knitted his eye brows. "It was such a dilemma to me on how was I going to get near you. Of course, I had to lie about my identity. As much as I wanted to admit I was a dangerous person but it never crossed my mind how the fuck should I jeopardize your life. As a matter of fact, even when I was forbidden to come near you, I decided to be a pain in the ass and protect you no matter what cost. I followed you everywhere. I met you one time in the alleyway but you still wasn't able to recognize me. I met you again around your house. But you beat the shit out of me. You even spat on my face. I figured, I should just back down. It was no use."
I absentmindedly fondled with my fingers for no exact reason. Maybe I was trying to distract myself. But what's the point? I didn't have any excuse to run away from the truth. I wanted this. And I'm getting it. Yet a part of me didn't want to know at all. A part of me wanted to stay ignorant.
"I admit, I wasn't mentally and emotionally prepared for all of this. Of all days you could've taken me here, it had to be just now. My life is a mess," I said in a shrill voice. "And here I am, only screwing things up even more. And for what? To give justice to myself for living in this shithole of lies?"
