Prologue
Gnossienne [Junmyeon]I heard the agonizing news of a guy who desperately put an end to his lonesome life without his friend by hanging himself. I woke up one day and suddenly, the news of him hanging himself was dissolved into thin air, and instead articles of him being killed and hanged on purpose filled the mourning streets. Was a human’s life so trifle and baser to the extent that they had to die for just knowing information they were not supposed to know? And so my barren mind wandered around my surroundings. Would life give me the cold shoulder too because I knew things about him that he didn’t want me to know about? Would my lifespan decrease just as vainly because he never wanted me there in the first place? Would life shine me on because I never, as he said, fulfilled my part as a wife? I was never a person who chose her life decisions and I always let others grow their wishes and hopes on my barren ambition, on which my wishes and hopes laid as vain dust. I was, as he also said, a hypocrite. Was it because I gave him something he didn’t even want? Or maybe because he never knew the true me? Because he never bothered to know, even though we were hugged by those burdening walls for some pointed time? He might have known for a long time that I was never so fond of my life, nor of the perfect portrait we cautiously drew for people to look at and smile so lovingly. He might have known that I hated when people would eat with their mouth open, so he made sure not to do so but he never knew h
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