The 'smile' felt like a rough scar on my face. It was the smile of someone who had already seen the end of the world and was just waiting for the credits to roll. Literally.
Ki-hoon let out a sound that wasn't even a cry; it was a high, thin, keen of pure agony. He didn't look up from his hands. He couldn't. Those hands had touched me with such reverence just hours ago, and now, he knew they were the same ones that had once tightened around my throat. The disconnect was shattering him.
"I wanted to throw up," Ki-hoon choked out, his voice thick with bile and grief. "I looked at my hands and thought they were good because they held you... But they're cursed. I'm cursed."
Was that why he finally decided to take off the one glove? Did he finally decide to discard the identity as Castor and his guilt towards his father's death?
