Stare

Description

Eyes. Nothing is more pure and more sinful than our eyes. Nothing is easier and more complex than our eyes.

Eyes, the thing that decides everything for you. It doesn’t matter what house you came from. What family you were born from. Once your eyes reveal its true color you will be judged even before you prove yourself. The standard color of an eye is red.

But once in a decade or sometimes a century there'll be someone who will bear a different eye, the YG. The history taught people to fear the YG. If you ever come across a YG lower your head and never look in their eyes, for you may find yourself lost on the depth of their sinful eyes.

In the 21^st century, a phenomenal incident shook the higher ups. This certain century produce a multiple YGs, otherwise known as the Yabai Generation.

And I, Sandara Park, was one of them.

Foreword

Weird. After knowing my true identity, I was surprisingly calm about it. By the magnitude of the truths and lies presented in front of me it’s only natural for me to be on my wit’s end. I should've felt lost, angry even; they denied me of the truth behind the blue eyes, my own blue eyes. When they told me who I really was I wasn’t a bit surprised. Maybe deep inside I know that I was what they feared but my conscious self was just constantly denying it to myself. I’ve always knew I am different. It’s just saddening to know and to get confirmed that the uncertainties about my powers were proved to be what they feared, what I feared.

Now that we were on the same position, I can now truly understood why he said he can’t wait for him to disappear. I thought he was crazy for thinking that way but now I can say that it was the most sensible thing for I too, can’t wait for the day that I will disappear.

I just hope that the assassination rights for the life of either mine or his will be quick.

I just hope that when the order will be pass down my name is the one written, not yours, Jiyong.

I just hope that after all of that, for the first time, they won’t look at you with their judging eyes, for in the first place you don’t deserve any of it.

After the revelation about the twin eyes, they took me and locked me in this underground basement. I lost count of the days since they turned me in. I didn’t bother doing a countdown for my own death. Between the two of us, I was positive that I was the cursed one. And I had a strong feeling that the high council will arrive at the same assumption, that I should be the one to die.

“How can you be so sure? Even without the issue of the cursed eyes, my mortal sins are more than enough for them to claim my senseless life.”

My cell and his was opposite each other. The thick, rusting cell bars that denied us of our freedom should've been enough for me to see his face. We were denied of everything from outside even the moon light that lightens our dark cells were limited. I could make of his silhouette at the far end of his cell. I was admitted before him but this was the first time he talked.

How I miss the days when we know nothing of our cruel fate.

How I miss seeing his face, his cold expression and his warm stare.

How I miss seeing his blue eyes that looks the best under the moonlit sky.

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