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21. things you said when we were on top of the world.

She told him a bedtime story of the time she once flew though she did not have wings like a bird. It’s a tale that anyone could read about, of how Peter Pan told her to never grow old, and she obliged. She smiled as though an ancient city has finally been lost to civilization, and a sigh left her lips. 

She stood at the edge of her world, arms high up as the wind moved her clothes and her hair was swept back. She closed her eyes, and she saw a vast shade of green running kilometers and kilometers ahead of her.

“Won’t you fly with me too?” 

Seungjin said nothing, and she felt as though it is the only thing he can give to her.

Nothing.

“And that’s enough.” She muttered, knowing that he would not understand her words. He thought he would, but he never truly could. She kept him far away from her, keeps him at an arm’s distance because if he came too close she would break his already broken soul until it is nothing more than dust in the air that sparkled when the sun hits the air at just the right moment.

“What good would that do?” It was an honest question spoken in a tone too harsh for ears to hear, for him to hear. He’s a lot stronger than he looked, but she still sang careful songs to him in case something in him cracked. Everyone was like the main character of their own lives, but capturing it so easily was too far gone. Life was designed to have moments that could be forgotten. It was a gift, a curse, and everything in between. It was an almost perfect mix of pain and joy. It was wicked. “There are stories to tell, and stories to forget.” She said, sitting at the edge of the roof with her legs dangling. She swung them back and forth, the heel of her white shoes hitting the concrete of the building just slightly enough that they would leave a mark. The wind picked up and brushed against their skin, causing her to turn her head to face his direction though he wasn’t looking at her. “But who says anyone wants to see yours?”

She missed the beat of the moment, her mouth open to say an apology but it never came. Instead, she kept her lips pursed and an almost painful grimace replaced the soft look on her face. “It’s not like anyone would see mine, either. I actually don’t want anyone to see it. I think it’d be too much.”

They were two of a kind, both so different and hurt in different ways. There was no way she could understand what he went through, but who said she wanted to try? Maybe she just wanted to be there for him when it mattered. The past couldn’t be changed, and she was sick of living in the past all the time.

Mi,

I’ve had the feeling this is going to be inevitable. Hence despite my belief system, I promised I’d be hellbent on receiving gifts this time of the year.

I have received your present and I think it’s well-thought. I am very relieved and glad as well. It hasn’t been long since we met but it seems that you know me this well already. I don’t if that’s you being perceptive or me being so easily transparent. I do hope it’s not the latter.

Excuse my rambling but I shall get to the point now and present to you my gift. This year has been utterly weird in more ways than one, for me personally. As an atheist, I shouldn’t be doing this but there’s also the fact that I can give a present whenever the hell I want and it just so happens that it fell on this specific time of the year.

Accompanied by this letter is something that I hope you might fancy. It’s a spyglass inspired by one of my favorite childhood novels A Series of Unfortunate Events. I own a few of them, some given to me by my father, others I purchased in various antique stores. This one I’m giving to you mostly because of the leather around its body which reminded me of you. You’re a traveller and I guess this object is only fitting.

Put it to good use. Well…I didn’t need to say that. I’m sure you will, just as I will fill my new journal with lovely words and adventures ( to the best of my ability of course ).

Your friend,

Lee Seungjin

MUN NOTE: I have no words. I’m so happy you came back too. 2017 better not cockblock this long distance relationship of ours ; n ; You’re the bees knees. Keep floating my goat YAYUHH! ;p

Each new day brings new surprises, they say. Christmas evening brings Mi an especially pleasant one in the form of a burlap package, elegantly tied and put together. Few people she knows have such sensibilities, and the letter beside the gift identifies one such person: Seungjin, of course.

With equal delicateness, she sets the package down on her table to unwrap said spyglass. When the little item rolls with a gentle thud onto the smooth wood, a tiny gasp escapes her. Fascinating. She’s seen them in shops occasionally, but never stopped to pick one up for herself. Careful fingers close around its intricately mottled leather, test its weight---firm and satisfyingly substantial in her hand, as if its barrel stored many an adventure.

Needless to say, Mi is brimming with excitement to add to them. Grinning hard, she sits down with the spyglass, and holds it up to her face, squints through its lens at the magnified room around her, allows herself the full amusement of seeing the slightly distorted visage of her mini succulent at many times its normal size.

Not wanting to wait til the next work day to send Seungjin a thank you, she picks up the usual pen and paper to jot down a note, which she would later photograph and send to him via phone.

Yuhwa,

So listen, you’re going to get a knock out of this as I am about to reveal the biggest plot twists you might have encountered this year. It will be a peculiar way to end the year for you.

First of all, I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Seungjin and I’m just as in love with books as you are. I shall disclose to you the rest about myself if we ever decide to meet in person. Someone who fancies books in this day and age is someone I’d like to personally meet and befriend.

Now to the plot twists – there are two that I shall reveal to you.

One, I am an atheist and some type of socialist. I don’t really celebrate Christmas but for the sake of trying to meet new people, I did this and for some cosmic reason, I got paired with you. I think that went well in my favor but…

Two, I’m really really bashful. I had to muster a bit of courage and bravado I never thought I possessed to play this game. But beyond the game, I’d like to get to know you more and eventually become friends with you. You seem like a lovely girl worth getting to know. I’ve always been skeptic of other people but given the common ground that we have, I’d like to talk to you more.

Here’s my humble present to you. It’s a book by Anne Carson, one of the very few female writers that I worship. Her body of work is lovely and I believe you deserve to be given the luxury to experience her. It’s uniquely put together in such a way that all the pages are tuck together like an accordion. I don’t exactly know how one would read it, but I guess that will be one fun activity.

I hope to hear from you soon and I hope 2017 will treat you better.

Sincerely,

Lee Seungjin 

Grief doesn’t last, that was what he wanted to believe. WhenJaehyun lost his grandparents he was already Leo and his countenance was nothingbut stern and seriousness; the party was grand, everyone was wearing black,women wore pearls and men wore their slickest suits and ties, and everyonespoke as if nothing happened. And Leo never wanted to recall what it was like,it was horrible, and it kept him up at night with the nightmares that occurwhenever he sees his grandfather’s face inside the coffin, he was sad, and heknew that he never lived a good life.

Apart from that, he experienced a lot of things that managedto pull most of his emotions out of his gut. Butterflies never occur inside hisstomach, even the clenching pleasure that most people would feel, he doesn’t,and he knew that it wasn’t because he didn’t want to feel them but because helost his ability to, as his mind was covered and controlled with the grief andthe broader knowledge of the society that he was forced to love instead ofdefying.

He met Seungjin in a cross class subject, science, in whichengineering and pre-medical students were placed inside a room to discuss theimportance of technology in solving the world’s medical predicament, provingdifferent solutions that the diverse classes of society can easily have accessto. He learned that he has a lot in common with him, Leo is apathetic, his lackof interest on things and his short attention span on irrelevant things asidefrom the tools and gadgets that he was most likely to make within a week borehim, and yet, there was something so surreal with his interaction upon theelder, which Leo finds himself immersed with.

“I don’t really see myself as a monster,”  He scratches his chin, seeing across the desk to the kid. Of course, he glances at the chart. Himchan wasn’t quite old enough to really see the other male as a kid. The age gap was only four years. He glances at Seungjin, he had the jaded eyes that other’s his age didn’t usually have. Himchan had gotten that look far too early in life.

He sighs, pushing the papers away. “I think people have an affinity with being anything than what they are: simple, routine, maybe even boring. We want to be special, even if it means losing a little of what makes us people. That’s how the monsters get you, how they make you one of them.”

When himchan thought ‘monsters’, he thought vampires, he thought lycanthropes. He didn’t used to think of other humans, but working with the police had blurred the line of what made someone human, and what made them monsters. He’d seen some things. “Did you want a zombie raised?” He finally asks, folding his fingers over the death, “You’re paying good money for my time, after all.”

Animators, Inc. was the first firm in Korea to offer professional animators to the public: for a fee. It was a sister branch to a firm in the states. Ten years ago, America had made vampires legal citizens. Making it murder to kill the monsters. South Korea had only followed in recent years, although you could still kill a vamp on sight in many other countries. Most Koreans still believed that zombies, werewolfs, and vampires were myths, fairy tails. But the supernatural was real, and Himchan had studied abroad to get a degree in predernatural biology, on top of his natural talent as a necromancer. He now raised the dead for a living, and worked as the 'monster expert’ to help police investigate and stop supernatural crime.