Servant | Taekook English version

Page 21: "In the furnace of our love."

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"I could see your eyes, they were just everything for me."

-Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe

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"The deal is pretty clear," he said, tilting his head slightly to the side, moving my wrist away from his lips. "You can decide where you are from; you share your blood with me, and I will offer you these clothes, jewels and much more. Paiderastia is special only to us. I will give you all the information, the item, the ancient and even my self, and you give the life that flows through your veins. .

From the first moment I met Jerome Jeon, everything I have experienced seemed to consist of uncertainty, confusion, meaningful absurdity and heartbreak. On the other hand, from the first moment I saw Jerome Jeon, I thought that I was interestingly drawn to him, that it was the most beautiful sight my mortal eyes had ever seen.

I was totally out of my mind.

How could this happen i didn't think much of it, but he could be both an extremely beautiful man and an extremely terrible person at the same time, at the end of every two steps I took to approach him, I felt like he was going five steps back.

Oh, no .. actually I was the only person who was totally responsible for what I felt when I thought about it. Even if I was heartbroken, disappointed or bored by him, I was the whole to blame because ... I was the only person who made myself so vulnerable to him, allowed him to break my heart, hurt me. Making Count Jeon hurt me was tantamount to actually giving him that power at the same time.

In the room where its deep silence collapsed, the dry environment like a desert without birds flying, how many minutes it has dominated here, although I don't know, its raw eyes are still on my green eyes, looking into my eyes waiting for an answer, and I was just thinking.

I was thinking about the concept of friendship and friendship. What was the main subject, theme and key of these concepts that I learned from the streets and which he said he had never tasted before, the books I read, the advice I listened to, what the faces I looked at taught me, I was trying to remember all these.

As the silence melted between our irises and flowed onto the floor, this sharp Desolation I cleared my throat with a little click this time. "Thank you very much, my lord," I said, in an even lower tone than I expected, as my hands grabbed the two flanks of the fur coat I was wearing and grabbed it off my shoulders. "For this beautiful evening and a few cheerful hours. I really had a lot of fun."

No, all kinds of love required sacrifice. Love of friends, love, family and friends. All and all required sacrifices that were heartfelt and unrepentant. I knew his diamond eyes were watching me as I took the fur off me and gently placed it on the chair, but a resentment and a moodiness in my heart had taken over me.

I was grumpy, and yes, hurt, terribly resentful, because my next decision, which I thought he was impatient to hear, was tantamount to turning my back on my own will, my weaknesses and desires. I understood now clearly how weary and hurtful love can be, and I would understand more.

"Kim..." he said impatiently. His eyebrows were slightly frowned, he kept his position, remaining where he was, thank God, while I went to the back of the closet, changed my clothes and put on my old uniform.