How Much Is a Soul Worth? | Minsung

Dear

Seungmin.

I know that we've not talked in a while. I wished that we have. Had I not been so busy, maybe we could've brought hell upon a small portion of the city, or maybe dine in the darkest pits. I know you like the smallest moments of time on earth, always capturing them into your pictures. I never understood why you did that, but maybe we could've done such a thing.

My friendship with you wasn't perfect. And demons like us were never friends. Was it a mutual rivalry? Was it a slightly warmer acquaintance?

Either way, this was the first thing I thought of as I lay dying beside some trashed bicycle. Romantic, I know.

You never gave up on that human I had a contract with. Even though I had always ignored you and rejected your wishes to know of the events. You knew I lied to you about it but kept pretending as if I didn't know. I did, but this certain human affair was too boring for you.

But it's time you knew. After I die, you wouldn't ever know. This is the least I could do for you. And maybe I should've told someone, after all, that's the reason why the angels stand before me now, searching for me to deliver the final blow. They're always talking about the balance of all living things, and I had disrupted it. If it weren't for that loud-mouth Hyunjin, I would still be alive. Or maybe I wouldn't. Maybe I already sealed my fate when I shook hands with that human.

Angels are such an uptight bunch, aren't they?

But I've decided.

I've decided that I want to rebuilt my friendship with you. Even though you'll never see me again and this might be my last few hours- I still want to tell you. You've asked fervently, and I'm answering your enthusiasm. I've always admired that about you.

So, this is for you, Seungmin.