⊱Le vrai vous⊰The real you
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The caves I was walking through were as sombre and murky as always. Faint screams of tortured souls echoed far away but I had heard them too many times to mind; the agonizing sound had become unobtrusive background noise at one point in the past centuries.
Was the guilt finally sinking in my head? Was that why I was going to see the person I had apparently cornered into eternal suffering? Wasn't I supposed to be an embodiment of sin, a demon, an emotionless wretch whose sole purpose of existence was to have people tormented?
So what if I was involved in building the path to hell for her? It wasn't my fault that she committed suicide.
Before I could fully justify myself, I arrived before the woman who was sobbing on the floor with her hands wrapped around her trembling body.
"Miss Oh." My voice was nothing but cold, echoing inside the empty cave.
The woman flinched, snapping her head up to behold me with bloodshot eyes. Her shaky hands locked together as if she was praying. Who knew such a strikingly charming superstar would degrade into this pitifully wretched soul?
"Please help me. W-Why am I in hell? I never did anything wrong in my entire life!" Despair was oozing from her strained voice. I was acquainted with that too well.
"You're here because you took an innocent life, Miss Oh," I replied, not fazed in the slightest bit.
Her eyes widened in horror. "I never killed anyone! I swear!"
"Oh but you did... You took Miss Oh's life."
Her eyebrows twitched as she tried processing my words, holding her breath.
"Your own life," I clarified, tightening my jaw. "You ended it. You murdered her."
Not wanting to acknowledge that, she frowned deeply and shook her head furiously. "My life is my own problem, isn't it? How was I supposed to keep on living? It's too unbearable! I never did anything wrong but they-" Her lips trembled and she sucked in air to continue without choking on her words. "They kept attacking me, harassing me, insulting me until I couldn't take it anymore. Why am I the one paying for that? Why am I damned to hell?!"
Her frustrated yet deeply pained scream near the end made me falter but I kept my composure, boring into her teary eyes with my own empty ones with nothing but contempt.
"Pity... It is how it is..."
Her mouth fell open as she gawked at me in disbelief and sheer horror.
"Envy."
My whole body tensed at the familiar voice snarling behind me. As soon as I turned around, the orange haired girl stood right in front of me with a glower, seething.
"Kindness?"
What I never expected was her scalding slap that jerked my head to the side.
"You did it again, didn't you, asshole?" Her usual mellow voice dripped with resentment, snapping me out of my stupor.
I furrowed my eyebrows, holding her hateful gaze. "How did you get in here?"

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Envy of Love | Taehyung fanfiction [Completed]
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