Chapter 70

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He put his gun inside the compartment of his car.

He's in Australia. One of his dream places.

All he left in work was a vacation permit, not specifying how long he'll be out.

He heard that it was sunshine bright in Australia, and decided to stay there for a few weeks until the cold winter ends in Seoul.

He looked at the back mirror of his car, seeing his reflection and smirking afterwards.

No one knew who he really was. Not even the people who has known him for almost a decade or so. Not even his parents, who he killed.

All the people who knows him, only knows the mask of him. Not who he really is. Not a tiny bit of his true personality.

He killed his parents because they disagreed to his gender. He killed his childhood bestfriend because he was in love with another girl.

He killed anyone who dared talk against the LGBT community.

He was a sinner.

He is a monster dressed as a saviour.

For years, he's fallen in love with one of his colleagues. For years, he only stayed just for him. No one knows about it, not even his new bestfriend.

It was better to leave that part of him unsaid because if he did say it, he'd never get the job to be close to his love.

He has recognized that he is somehow crazy in love. But he has never admitted that he was crazy to the point that he needed to see a doctor.

A doctor.

That's right.

He was jealous that she was the doctor.

He hoped.

He hoped that the doctor would be a guy.

So it would end up just like how the other dead people he killed would be.

But it was a woman.

He watched the 2 holding hands and kissing each other publicly. Smooching at one side and hugging the next. They probably shared a bed.

But he wanted to be the one.

The one.

So he built up his anger towards the woman.

He went to shooting ranges and placed her picture right into the middle, and having her in his imagination, dead.

He laughed as he imagined it again, then soon started the engine of his car.

He saw a young couple, walking at the sidewalk, talking to each other and holding their hands. He felt disgusted by them then rolled down his window and spitted at them.

The man asked why he did that, and he said that he had cough and had to throw the phlegm out but he didn't see them.

What a lie.

He's a big liar.

He's lied too much.

But he doesn't care.

Who cares?

They said, don't let the world bother you.

And that's what he's doing.

He stopped his car.

Suddenly sticked his tongue out like a maniac and drooled.

The woman he hates crossed the street.

He laughed like crazy.

He rubbed his hands rapidly.

"Winner, winner chicken dinner!" he laughed hysterically.

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