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WHAT DREW YOU TO MY BLOG INITIALLY, AND WHAT, SO FAR, HAS MADE YOU STAY? || ACCEPTING

❛ &. ┊   ❄     well, that’s just not true at all. nick, for one, knows that there are a million ( if not a billion ), good things about christmas. nose scrunches a bit as he looks at the other man. ❝ no way... you really think that? ❞ he asks with disbelief, hands on his hips as he stands before gi-hun. ❝ there are so many good things about the holidays... did someone ruin them for you? ❞ his question is genuine. ❝ it seems like a lot of people here hate christmas... i’d love to understand why so maybe i can, uh  — help fix it, ❞

IT IS STRANGE TO HEAR THE NAME AGAIN .   (   Mujigae   /   Rainbow , HIS RAINBOW .   )   For a brief moment , they do not recognize it being their own name , thinking he is calling anyone but themself , like he has for a while .   But there is , too , a memory calling out the same name and then , they find themself remembering   —   [   “   I - I - I am a lonely friend without a name . . .   I mean . . .    I guess you can - you can call me . . .    Zero . . .   ”   //   “   Why would I ever call you Zero ?   You are someone , not a thing . . .    Not nothing .    Someone .   [ . . . ]   We are not to bring our own selves down , not anymore .   If you’re a ghost , something . . .    Whatever .    So be it .    it won’t change how I feel towards you , Mujigae .  ”    ]

IN A BLINK OF AN EYE , MUJIGAE APPEARS BEHIND GIHUN .   When they make eye contact , Mujigae quickly stares down and fiddles with their hands , their vessel burning in shyness .   Gihun is sorry .   He sounds terribly genuine , as if their confrontation makes up another part of the haunting along with the twisted children games , the deaths from them , the . . .   everything he experienced that they were not there to witness .   “   I . . .   I for- I forgive you . . .   and I - I am - I am so sorry too , Gihun .   “   Mujigae quietly returns their own apology , thinking that Gihun can never be like them   :   Not exactly afraid of Death , a bit too accepting with It  . . .   They have to understand his intention of pushing them away .

// 07.14.74 //

——— it’s a simple enough game ( red light, green light ) with a deadly enough twist ( rows and rows of guns in the walls ready to fire at the slightest unpermitted movement ), charles remarks distantly to himself.  it’s a beautiful day, birds flying overhead, oblivious to the scrabbling humans below, he adds.  there are so many scrabbling humans playing this game, he continues.

            he’s been shot in the chest as he leaps across the finish line one moment too late, he realizes.  but there is no blood; he lost all of it decades ago, he recalls.  for the moment, he breathes a sigh of relief; nobody’s caught it, all of the players behind the line too shell-shocked and grateful for merely staying alive, the rest promptly gunned down into the sand.

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                   three players and one game remain. the vips have arrived, are enjoying drinks and luxury food in front of a giant screen. it’s sick, really. but hwang in-ho understands the human bloodlust more than most, having lived through it himself. though most of his own had been on instinct, and for survival. but that lust brought him back to the salesman, back to the game, and now... now he was leading it all. he couldn’t get enough. of the money, of the entertainment, of the thrill. in-ho had taken over a legacy. he couldn’t let them down now.

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