ohskvy ā is at war with a god (and her best friend) !! Ā
āā There was plenty that could happen in the span of two months. Mars should know, heād been living the horror of that for the past 60+ days. Plenty could happen, yes. But, what point was there in dealing with the what ifs when there was plenty of horrors that had happened. If he wanted to ever write a book on his life, this would take up at least a good 5 chapters. Where could he even start with it all? Even he wasnāt sure, nor did he want to think on that. Not right now. He had no intention of explaining himself completely to anyone anyway. Sure, Olivia had deserved an explanation of some kind, but there was no way in hell she was getting the full story. It wasnāt necessarily lying, no. He simply believed in keeping truths that didnāt need to be known to himself. Besides, honestly and truly there was only one person he had intention of telling everything to. Someone he needed to tell it all to.
The fact that he had found out quickly of Daeunās presence in Japan wasnāt surprising in the least. While he had a habit of laying low and blending with the shadows, her tactics for certain things were different. Not to mention, the people got to talking and they started to wonder. What could the two of them possibly be doing apart from each other. People talked and in theirĀ āprofessionā of choice, it was known that where you found one you found the other. Questions arose that he didnāt want to answer and so, instead of sticking around to meet with the girl heād known for so long, Mars once again took flight. From Seoul to Tokyo to where next?Ā
Miami to Los Angeles to New York to Chicago. Chicago.
He hadnāt been back there since that fateful day when his younger twin brother lost his life and he hadnāt had intention of going back. But, he needed to visit his brotherās grave. It was nothing more than an unmarked plot in the local cemetery of where theyād once lived, but thatās where Ares was laid to rest. But what a foo heād been, because when those that killed his brother found out he was back, it didnāt take them long to find him.Ā They wanted nothing more than to toy with him. There was only one person saw himself wanting to call out for when he felt himself blacking out for the umpteenth time in those few months, but he couldnāt do that. Not even when he felt like he was damn near on the brink of death. What exactly was he going to say in the first place? It wasnāt as though heād had his phone on anyway. It wasnāt as though his death would have a change on things. But oh, how little credit he was giving to Daeunās heart with thoughts like that.
Even when heād (somehow) found his way back home to Seoul (something that he still is unsure of how it happened), he couldnāt bring himself to go to her. He should have, yes. Especially after he read the note that had been slipped under his front door. The humour of it all, that note had been the thing to bring him out of his last haze. His latest bout of darkness. The words, the familiarity of it all, the way her scent still lingered in his home. It had all brought him back to reality, but even so-- That hadnāt been enough to save him from the pain heād felt reading her letter. If you were to ask him specifically what had transpired between them, at this point he couldnāt tell you. Heād just know that heād lost his best friend. Losing people was a habit for him, though. It had to have been a curse. His parents, his brother, Daeun-- Why wasnāt he used to this by now?
The male shook himself out of his own thoughts and memories as he made his way into a place that was all too familiar with him. Itās where he had spent countless hours beforehand right at Daeunās side. They had a habit of sticking together even during the simplest things, but he also knew this was the one place to look for and find her. And not to his surprise, he spotted her several feet away, her head and hands busying themselves under the hood of a car. It wasnāt one of hers, he knew that much. It was far too flashy for her taste. It looked more like something the male himself would drive. Heād had a reason for being there, though. One that didnāt involve cars or him thinking on the trivial things.
Mars didnāt have very many moments in his life that stunned him to silence and shock. He wasnāt someone that openly dealt with their demons and problems, not in the least. But, there was one time a year where heād struggle and suffer in a silence that even he couldnāt bear to control. He was being selfish, he knew that, but he needed to see her. Even if it was just for a moment. Heād seen her on every anniversary of Aresā death and he couldnāt imagine this being any different. He was going to go, though. Heād made the foolish mistake of thinking he could come in and speak to her. As though heād some how magically have the words and will to say something of importance and remorse to her. But he didnāt. He didnāt have any of that in him. So, instead of going over to her (when they both probably needed each other most), he turned around slowly, thankful that she hadnāt once lifted her head or turned around. One day heād have the will and strength--
āMars Bang!ā Shit.
The male had already turned to leave, but the sound of a a few excited voices calling out to him froze him in his tracks. He knew she had heard it and he knew by now that she had seen him. There was nothing he could do to keep from looking like an ass, so instead-- He just stood there. Afraid to turn around. Afraid to look in her direction. Even though, he knew it was only a matter of moments before he had to.
