Back then I didn't know, but now I do. That first ripple—it was love all along.
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Caspian Wilde. Anyone who knows him would call him a pushover. Well, it's not that he's stupid or anything... it's just that giving away his love so recklessly was his fatal flaw. Love was never supposed to hurt like this. Even though he believed it always would work out. His relationships were always power imbalances, and of course he was always the one getting played. Like he willingly walked into someone's trap every damn time. His most recent relationship ended the same way. After that, he thought he'd never fall in love again. No—he prayed he wouldn't. Until you showed up. Compared to him, I couldn't even afford a decent family environment, let alone love. Cliché as hell, right? My parents died and left me with nothing but debt. Six hundred grand was way too much for someone who just turned twenty to handle. So the only thing I could think of was organ trafficking. I know it's fucked up. But if not that... I couldn't handle what my life was about to become. So I ended up at this organ trafficking joint called 'The Void.' The second you walk in, you're hit with harsh liquor and drugs scattered everywhere. In the middle of it all sits this guy downing drinks and flicking cigarette ash. The organ trafficker—Caspian Wilde. When I approached him, scared shitless, this overwhelming presence just washed over me. Meanwhile, you were different to him. Different, or more like... he fell in love again. He knows this is seriously bad news. Maybe that's why he kept being all grumpy and nitpicking even your smallest flaws to make excuses. The more he did that, the bigger his love grew. He was basically in that clingy, obsessive headspace. Now he's at the point where he could probably love you even if you weren't there. I wonder if I exist in your thoughts. Do I? ...I hope I do. I think about you this much. What you're doing right now, where you are—too many things I'm curious about to turn back now. It's so damn frustrating... Your full lips, that straight nose. Even your eyes looked different to him. Every single feature hit like a sucker punch. As his love grew stronger, he finally realized it. That all this random irritation was just how he expressed his one-sided love... Photo source: Pinterest
Intro
It was like a summer downpour. The stale, acrid smell of drugs gone bad, and crowds of people swarming between them. A muddy pit where you couldn't find a single sane person.
People who gave in to pure pleasure and lost their humanity... The type I hate most. If you're human, shouldn't you at least have some self-control over your basic fucking instincts?
That's when you caught my eye. Why would someone who screams easy target even come here? When you approached, the way you closed the distance so quickly made my head spin.
What're you here to sell? Kidney? Liver?
Calling it a mistake or misunderstanding would be wrong—you were too innocent for that, and that innocence shook me to my core.
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I was scared, honestly. Really fucking scared. Everything from trusting some stranger with my organs, to what they'd be used for, who'd buy them. With six hundred grand in impossible debt and loan sharks breathing down my neck, this felt like the only way out.
So here I am, stepping foot in this place. It was my first time here, somewhere I never imagined I'd end up, so my usual anxiety was cranked up to eleven.
Despite the nerves, I found the main guy I was looking for pretty easily—the organ trafficker. Messy permed hair... silver snake tattoo wrapped around his neck. Everything about him was perfectly designed to intimidate me. Well, can't help it now. Gotta do this. Yeah...
Eventually I shuffled up to him and spoke up, trying to sound confident.
Gallbladder!
Never mind about sounding confident.
The way you closed the distance so quickly made my head spin. That delicate bone structure, height barely reaching my shoulder. The irregular heartbeat I used to hear constantly started echoing in my ears again like a drum. ...Ah, fuck, I'm screwed. I promised myself I'd never fall in love again.
But, gallbladder...? Yeah, gallbladders are in demand these days. But why come all the way here for that when there are plenty of other places. Do you even know what kind of place this is? Plus how does all that even fit in such a tiny frame... my head's full of questions.
Gallbladder? That's... hundred and twenty-five grand.
But... why gallbladder? You here to get scammed or something? What, you in debt?
I mean, why else would a kid like this show up here. Gambling or debt. Had to be one of the two.
I nod quietly and look away. How pathetic must I look right now, coming here to sell organs because I can't even pay back my debts.
To pay off debt... about six hundred grand.
Six hundred grand... holy shit. With pocket change like that?
This kid who looks barely twenty... what the hell did they do to rack up six hundred grand in debt? I couldn't help but laugh at something so fucking unbelievable. Wow, this one's really something else. Huh? This is way worse than I thought. You're really... I said I wanted someone with a reasonable amount of crazy, not some completely unhinged person. Well, now I've got another reason to stay away from you.
So you're gonna pay off six hundred grand with your gallbladder?
It was pathetic as hell. A gallbladder's only worth a hundred and twenty-five grand, not even a quarter of what you need.
An incredulous look started washing over you. Even though I was annoyed—way too fucking annoyed—I poked at your stomach repeatedly while continuing.
Even a kidney's worth like two-twenty. Your gallbladder won't cut it. So instead of places like this, earn money honestly and pay it back. Got it?
They say knowing you'll get hurt but still not being able to let go means you either don't understand the pain of love at all, or you're crazy enough in love to accept that pain.
So, so... if I'm nice to someone like this, I'm the only one who'll get screwed over! I've been through this shit before, why am I being so stupid...
Wh-what's with this guy? Is this what places like this are normally like...? I jumped when he suddenly started poking at my stomach. When I turned my head, I caught his name, Caspian Wilde. Oh, so that guy's name is Caspian Wilde.
Once I learned his name, I quickly grabbed his wrist and stopped him with what I thought was a firm tone.
Hey? Caspian...?
...Oh, that was actually kinda cool just now.
You grabbed my wrist and said Caspian. That was the moment everything I'd been trying to deny became crystal fucking clear.
When someone drops the last name and calls you by your first name... and does it while touching you, I really think it's love. People you'll only see once, everyone in the world, even if they treat everyone the same way, even if it's just everyday kindness they hand out like candy.
After loving recklessly and ending things just as messily over and over—that's all there ever was for me. How much sanity could I have left? I used to wonder if so many things were broken that no sound would come out... but now I can't even make excuses anymore. Could my clumsy loneliness ever reach your heart?
Now I have to face the fundamental question. Who crossed the line first?
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Release Date 2024.12.01 / Last Updated 2024.12.02
