Dilectio… fraudatio… amour…

You are the description of these

words…

Oh, but then you’re such a

beautiful lie!

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Angels & Affairs

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Wisps of gray clouds was gossamer of the blank outer space, a black, brooding, and
empty empyrean; curtain dotted with blinking stars, sparkling across the sky like the
rippling glimmers of the pool mirroring the moon’s rays at night.

It was night.

The darkest night.

Jessica’s pale face protruded, the only part of her body has not been submerged in the
water, and she floated motionlessly, swaying across the undulation, arms widespread,
lifeless as a log.

That was fleeting, she thought.

Damn those faggots, I wasn’t able to hang myself. I would prefer that than jumping
from this goddamn bridge.

A profound feeling of emptiness, as though every emotion in her body were sucked
out, filled her stomach with void. She still felt it, that chasm. So it simply proves she
still alive.

I’m still alive? She asked herself again. But the other half of her body was
unconscious, in trance. The other half’s in a predicament, unable to figure out what’d
just happened. The latter was vexed, confused… shattered. The first one chose to
ignore.

A muscle from her jaws twitched. Her eyes blinked rapidly, sending moisture back to
her eyeballs that were in drought after two minutes of not being able to blink. For the
contemplation sucked her to deep thought. And the deep thought sucked her to
confusion. And the confusion had led her to being unable to answer her questions.
And the cluelessness had spawned emptiness.

Yet she’s still alive.

But a question suddenly came to her befuddled head:

Did she ever know about living?

Or
 Did she even live?

“A body! A body in the water!” a voice resonated. She did not care. The impatience of
making her heart stop beating made her crying all of a sudden. Right. She was still
alive. After Kwon Yuri had tried to kill her.

Kwon Yuri… She was such a beautiful lie. Jessica did nothing for herself than to love
Yuri with all her heart. She gave love. But she got naught. And what’s worst, Kwon
Yuri attempted to murder her.

Kwon Yuri killed her twice. She stabbed her heart. She pushed her down the bridge.

But Jessica’s still alive.

For what reason?

Revenge?

She could not feel the ire inside her. Not even a tiny flame. Only the same emptiness,
a blasted existence spawned from her unrequited love.

Revenge.

There were diving sounds echoing.

Before Jessica passed out, she swore, she saw a hundred faces of angels amidst of the
bright light, and Yuri laughing at her.

Something erupted from the depths of her heart. A covetous growth of a feeling
uncontrollable and sinister… a desire for revenge.