The cold nights overwhelmed his body, the grey walls of his cell no narrower than the chains that had slipped into his soul, even though they had been forged by his own hands. Every time he closed his eyes, the same scene would haunt him: Suyon's face bathed in moonlight, his eyes trembling between fear and confusion, his smile a key to the gates of hell that had led him there. It wasn't just love; it was something deeper, something born from pain and a distorted past, something he couldn't name.
When Suyon fell into his world, he didn't know that his salvation would be harder than his fall. His attachment to him wasn't a choice; it was a fate that had been shaped long ago, ever since he had learned that love meant loss, and holding on to something meant destroying it. But Suyon… Suyon was not something that could be destroyed so easily.
Da Hon sat in the corner of his prison, trembling.
How long had it been since he entered? A month? A year? Time no longer meant anything to him. Perhaps when the cell door opened, there would be no one waiting for him. And perhaps… the only miracle left for him was that moment when Suyon, hesitantly, had said:
"Maybe… when you get out of here, I'll try to look at you… and see if I can love you."
Those words were enough for him to live, but they weren't enough to heal him.
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Note:
If you feel something resembling pain in the words or hear the silence between the lines, know that I am trying as much as I can to offer you a story that is not only about love but about the struggle of a heart trying to understand itself amidst the darkness. The characters here are not just victims of circumstances, but victims of their broken thoughts and beliefs. Every word, every whisper carries the weight of a constant question: Can love heal the wounds, or is it just another blade that deepens our pain?