amon koutarou!
AMON KOUTAROU: have you ever been betrayed by someone you trusted deeply?
You see red encircled by pitch black, the other side a regular shape of brown. Ugly protrusions from skin, at least you assume they are attached to her. Her lips, pretty and pink, say something you fail to catch. The world muffled. Rage coursing through your veins causing a pounding in your temples — the only thing you are able to hear. The world has tipped to its side, a rug has been pulled out from beneath you, you lose balance. You demand why. ( Why participate? Why me? Why now? )
Her lips, pretty and pink, say help me.You turn your back on her.
Howon finds his hands formed into fists and force them to relax. He stares at them for a while, extricating himself from memories. For a long time, time that can no longer return, he brewed in resentment, felt as if someone had wedged a knife from behind his back, slipping it in between his ribs. Stupid. Thoughtless. Stubborn. A fool is what he is.
“No,” he exhales. Years later he still feels as if there is something wedged in his throat, still feels like mourning. “I count myself fortunate.” He leaves it there and doesn’t mention how he betrayed another’s trust.
