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@Blue

Where was he? Bongju checked the time on his phone, then checked his messages. The pizza delivery guy was supposed to be here by now, but it had been a while and there was still no sign of him. Bongju waited for a good while before he finally got up from where he'd been curled up on his couch. Pulling his sneakers on, he opened the apartment door and peered outside on the outdoor walkway. Nobody nearby. Nobody downstairs. Everything was suspiciously quiet. Frowning, Bongju shuffled outside and pulled the door closed behind him.

There was no delivery car or anything, so he assumed that the bastard had chickened out on him. Fine, he thought stubbornly. I'll just find somebody else. He moved silently down the steps and into the apartment's bare courtyard. Really, it was little more than a couple of uncomfortable benches and a grassy area where parents let their kids play when they couldn't stand being cooped up with them a moment longer. Right now, there were no kids out playing so Bongju crossed the grassy area and moved around toward the front building where the manager lived.

That was when he caught sight of somebody, a lone person in the twilight. Bongju began to follow him, not even caring if he was caught. If anything, he wanted him to find him, wanted him to turn around and ask what the big idea was.


@RiffRaff 

Is this the pizza guy

@Sebastian Jung @Rholy

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Sometimes, he wished death would come. Stretches of time slowed to a crawl. The painful hole left behind felt gangrenous, infected. It was sore and raw and death never came, no matter how he invited it. Traffic didn't kill him. Drowning didn't work. Letting a vampire sink its teeth into his flesh didn't work. Spells worked... but not death spells. Death pervaded him. Death owned him, cradled his throat in her bony clutches, but she wasn't squeezing.

People in Hazleton called him all kinds of names. Not hateful names. Some of them were fearful. Some were amused. He was sure some pitied him: the crazed man who spoke to himself in mutters, in starts and halts. They saw him with his head in his hands, crouched in the gas station parking lot. They saw him lying underneath the park bench with a hood over his head. They saw him but they couldn't help him. There was the nice girl who tried to take him to the clinic. There was the teenager who left him a candy bar on his way to school. There was the little girl who asked if he needed water, only to cry when he looked up at her.

It
had
to
STOP.

Bongju wanted to believe with all of his heart that Gabriel would be there, at Belmont Park at 8pm. Part of him doubted it, though his hopes remained high. Gabriel used to be so kind, so sweet. Even so, Bongju wanted to hate him for killing him. The call to his heart was so strong that he followed that call to a beautiful man. All of those dreams he had about him, the nightmares about losing him--they all culminated in that moment when he finally laid eyes upon him. Gabriel. His angel. His literal angel.

Not long afterward, however, he killed him. Gabriel killed him. Born of that, Bongju was resentful, but he understood after a time. It was what had to be done in order to stay together. Forever.

Except forever was a joke. Gabriel abandoned him. Just...

he was gone. He left Bongju in such a state that he didn't know what to do with himself anymore. He wanted to die. He just wanted to die... until he saw him again. But even then, Gabriel denied him. Bongju set his jaw, fingers drawing into fists. But... he agreed. He agreed to meet him. Finally, they could put everything to an end.