https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-3001WlTPU

A click was heard echoing off the walls of the empty streets with every step I took. I looked to my left to darkness. I looked to my right to darkness. There was no light. There was no red.

That doesn't mean there was no string. 

All around me I'd see people with cut strings. People paying to see a dirty dance. People paying to give a dirty dance. People lying on the ground with nowhere to go. 

It wasn't that all these people had been born with no end. To me, it was obvious which had once had a chance at fate and which never did. It hurts me to say that many of the people I witness when I walk down these roads once had a chance at fate.

"Here to check on us again?" One of the cut strings spoke to me. I nodded.

"How's business?" Smoke puffed from as she spoke.

"Why ask me the same question everytime only to receive the same answer?" I wonder.

"Any newcomers?" A shake of the head followed by silence. Nothing was said but so much was heard. So many questions were being asked back and forth, all of them being heard even without our eyes meeting. I finally spoke. "Why?" A sharp glance shot its way towards me. Her string flickered. What?

"What do you mean, why? Why what?" I shot a sharp glance right back at her. You know what I mean. She wanted me to say it out loud.

"Why did you do it?" Frustration was shown growing in her tired eyes. I glanced down at her now fisted hands. Her string flickered again. Her voice remained calm.

"Do what?" Her cut string taunted me. Say it. Say it out loud. Say it loud enough for everyone to hear. I dare you. My eyes stung.

"Why did you choose this path?" Anger was visible in her furrowed brows, frustration deep in her pupils, sadness dripping out of her biting lip.

"You speak as if I had a choice." I looked deep into her black orbs, searching for an answer.

"You did."

"I didn't." I wanted to grab her frail shoulders. I wanted to shake her body with vigor, screaming, shouting, burning my lungs with cries, telling her yes you did have a choice! Instead, I silently stood in front of her.

"Hey baby, how does $10 sound for 30 minutes?" She gave me a final look before walking away with the interrupting man. I grabbed her arm to stop her, and looked straight into her weary eyes, my own on the verge of creating great salty rivers flowing down my cheeks. I spoke with a rough voice so as to hide my vulnerable state.

"You don't have to do this." She smiled. How could she smile when her life is being thrown away like this?

"I don't have a choice." And with that she walked away, money in one hand and dirty flesh in the other. I fell to my knees, unable to hold my tears in any longer. So many questions filled my head, pushing to come out of my mouth but the only thing that could bear to come out was a cry. A cry for answers. A cry for hope. And maybe, just maybe, a cry for ignorance. What have I done to be cursed with this knowledge?

People say ignorance is bliss, and people just might be right.

Sadness comes with a question, and happiness is not always the answer.

a/n

I took awhile to give another update. I didn't know how to continue the story. (which is funny cus I know exactly how I want this story to end. #imdumb)

When I was updating this chapter I originally started this chapter with a happy beginning. I was going to make this chapter a more detailed date with Eunji and Sungjae. I was writing and I began to think (because even then I had decided to name this chapter 'Sadness Comes With a Question') because if this story starts happy, how can I make it end with the title making sense? I thought about it, and then I remembered that I had no original intent to make this story a fluffy story since I came up with the idea. (sorry not sorry guys) Besides, in the only world we know that we call Earth, everyone knows that not everything is sugar, spice, and everything nice. Eunji can not just walk around this living world witnessing only the sorry strings of divorced people and weebs. Because as shown before in chapter 4, not all cut strings are born cut. So, Eunji and Sungjae's next date would have to wait. It's time to show the readers the bitter side of this gift(curse?). What may seem like a gift to others may seem like a curse. And what may seem like a curse to others may seem like a gift.

Now, I myself have never actually seen a e before and I'm sure I inevitably will. Although I've never seen one, I like to believe I've watched enough movies and read enough stories to get a good idea of what they're like and what their life is like. I also like to believe that not every e became one because they had no other choice. I believe that many, if not all, actually have a chance to fix themselves up(as does Eunji, apparently. How would I know, it's not like I'm writing Eunji's thoughts or anything amirite? #stopk.o2k17) Neeways, moral of the story, the good thing about reaching rock bottom is you have nowhere to go but UP!

I hope this chapter made an impact on you guys. :3

Thank you for the comments and subscriptions! Every comment I receive gives me more motivation to continue this story! I love you all and I hope my chapters never disappoint!

-K.o