[ There's so much he had wanted to say, too, back when he'd only had his thoughts and the Fourth Wall for company. Back when all he could do was read the story that he loves most, and felt a heaviness in his heart at what it meant to have such a story.
A story written just for him.
He had wanted to tell Han Sooyoung that the reason he could live was because of her, that he loved Ways of Survival more than he had ever loved anything else in the world. That he was sorry, thankful, confused. Even now as he watches on with a deep sorrow as she holds on to him, the way she lifts her arm to hide her face, he has to wonder why it could ever be worth it for someone like him.
He had done to this her. He had done this to every person he ever cared about.
Pressing his free hand over his eyes, Dokja nods. He can't trust himself to speak at first, emotions weighing him down as the years and years of solitude, of trying to atone for his countless sins, reemerge to remind him of how little he had actually suffered compared to the others. ]
I... I had to keep reading, [ he finally says, voice shaking with the effort. ] It was the only way.
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A story written just for him.
He had wanted to tell Han Sooyoung that the reason he could live was because of her, that he loved Ways of Survival more than he had ever loved anything else in the world. That he was sorry, thankful, confused. Even now as he watches on with a deep sorrow as she holds on to him, the way she lifts her arm to hide her face, he has to wonder why it could ever be worth it for someone like him.
He had done to this her. He had done this to every person he ever cared about.
Pressing his free hand over his eyes, Dokja nods. He can't trust himself to speak at first, emotions weighing him down as the years and years of solitude, of trying to atone for his countless sins, reemerge to remind him of how little he had actually suffered compared to the others. ]
I... I had to keep reading, [ he finally says, voice shaking with the effort. ] It was the only way.