Seojun wanted to kick himself. Hard. Like, really hard. What the hell was he thinking, just handing the knife over to Camry like that? He mentally slapped himself a few times for good measure. He deserved it. Probably deserved a few more slaps upside the head too.
So, I’m the one who’s still unsure about our ‘relationship’? Is that what you’re getting at?
Geez, this is ridiculous. Just a few days ago, I was loudly proclaiming to Adna and Ter, “Homosexuality? Me? Absolutely not, couldn’t be me!” And now, all of a sudden, I’m supposed to be Athanas’s fated lover?
The glass was cold against his fingertips, exactly as expected. But beneath that chill, something else pulsed... a faint, unexpected warmth. Behind his closed eyelids, a spark of light bloomed in the darkness. Regret knotted instantly in Seojun’s stomach, but it was already too late.
Seojun staggered back, his empty stomach churning with nausea. The room spun around him as he grabbed for the heavy curtain, desperate to steady himself. Unfortunately, the old fabric couldn’t handle the weight of a grown man, even a slender one. It tore from the wall with a rip, tangling around his legs as he stumbled.
Eventually, I had to prove to Adna I could handle eating by myself, even going as far as scraping the bowl clean right in front of her.
“But... if there’s a victim, doesn’t that mean someone must be the perpetrator? Whoever committed the crime surely bears the heavier sin. So why weren’t they punished?”
“I’m not sure if malice tastes sweet or salty. Never tried it.” Johan said, his face giving nothing away. “But at my house, stuff that questionable wouldn’t even make it onto the menu.”
…What the hell?
These memories belong to someone who died. How could they possibly break through Oblivion?
And more importantly... why was Oblivion used on her at all?
Madison’s anger seemed illogical. Yes, Johan had spouted some half-baked, maybe offensive nonsense, but she was the one who tried to stab him in the head first. Details.
Adna, of all people, had the audacity to say that?
If anyone deserves a lifetime achievement award in emotional cluelessness, it’s her. She’d sweep the Emotional Ignorance Olympics without breaking a sweat.