casket

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cœur [basaha-vers]

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He is too kind to apply to kill me.

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Everyone is allowed to kill one person in their life. However, you have to fill out a form explaining why this person deserves to be killed and the committee can deny or approve your request.

Today, I am presenting my form. My last form in life.

Entering the room of the Committee for Ethical Retribution, I quietly stepped into a room of five robed figures. Three men, two women. One of them appeared to be no older than myself, at twenty-five. The rest were older, ranging from early forties to late sixties.

“Good morning, Han Cheonsa. We have heard much about your case. We welcome you to orate your reasoning in person. You have the next ten minutes to speak, followed by a twenty minute questioning period. Following that, we will deliberate for the next thirty minutes, and your request will be approved or denied.”

It didn’t matter which one of them spoke. I didn’t look up from my desk, my speech prepared in my hands.

“I wish to kill myself.”

I let the silence hover in the air for a few seconds.

“I wish to kill myself. Yes. I wish to die by my own hand.”

I raised my gaze to the panel of judges. They all wore inquisitive expressions, but nothing betraying their emotions.

“I have ruined lives. I have mentally and emotionally abused the only person I could ever love. The only person who could have made me whole. He is too kind to apply to kill me. I think he simply wishes to erase any memory of me or our time together. Nevertheless, that is not the only reason. I have lied, I have threatened, I have been unfaithful, I have done everything short of crime. I do not seek to atone for my sins, I simply wish to avoid them. I am a coward. A fool. I squandered my life, and caused pain and suffering. I feel remorse for the first time in the two decades I have been alive.”

I continued, telling the story of the man I could have loved, of my parents, whose dreams I shattered and whose lives I wasted so much of.

I spoke of my ‘friends’, who I used for material gain and social popularity. I spoke of my enemies, who at my hands suffered constant torture and mocking. I spoke of myself, who I had doomed to walk a path of no redemption.

I found myself crying silent tears as I repeated my first request.

“I want to kill myself.”

There were no questions. There rarely were, from what I had heard. Most cases are of blind rage and a quest for vengeance, most others were blown so far out of proportion that the truth of the applicant’s situation became as blurry as the applicant’s conscience. This system was new. Only six months old.

Thirty minutes came and went. I felt hollow. Empty. A vague portrait of a watercolor woman.

On the form, I asked to bleed out in a warm bath after cutting open the artery in my left arm with a white knife, I wanted to smell like Lilac, I wanted to listen to piano music, and I wanted him to watch me kill myself.

I wanted Lee Donghae to be there, when I kill myself.

My request was granted.

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-fin-

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This is the english version of cœurmuch shorter than bahasa vers. Anyway, let me know your opinion about what is better for you? The english version or the bahasa version? leave your vote and words on comment’s box so I know you are still here!

xo

IJaggys

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3 responses »

  1. Minseokhoon says:

    Lebih nusuk yg b.indo version siih😅 but ini juga keren kok

  2. nadia says:

    i come come here to look for bang gao but i find this instead..
    the “english version” attract my attention..
    truth to be told i never read the previous version or even the other stories..
    but i like this one..
    it is hard to describe it in words but i feel what she feels..
    remorse.

  3. uniwolves says:

    i think this one is better! it feels so real

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