Confide: Jae-Ha
Don't make me say it... don't make me face the truth that I try so desperately to run from. Let me continue to live the lie that Dragon's Blood is what causes my heart to flutter when I see her Amethyst Eyes staring innocently at me. Let me continue to fool myself by playing the teasing big brother role as I watch her blush and look at another man... when I want to see her blushing face smiling at me. Let me act as if it doesn't kill me to see her chasing another man who is not me. Let me pretend that I am a free male who acts for my own pleasures and lives life without a care... Yes... I know very well that I am shackled. I am chained and wrapped around that little woman's fragile fingers like a ring that I wish I could place on her left hand. I am a slave to the sound of her voice and the sight of her every movement. I claim to be free, but as soon as I saw her that day... It wasn't the dragons blood... but my heart... My heart that shackled me to the ground. That caged me to the whims of this beautiful woman...
I don't know why I say this to you. Maybe it's easier to confide in a stranger than it is a friend. Maybe, for once, I've drank too much alcohol to adequately hold my tongue.. and you are the poor soul who is forced to listen to my story...
Do you know what it's like? To long to touch someone who you know you should never touch? Someone who you know will never be yours? Do you know how hard it is not to grab her tiny shoulders and force a kiss on her soft lips? Do you know how many times I have had to stop myself from saying, "Look at me. Stop looking at Hak. Just... Look at me." ... You probably think I'm an idiot... I guess I am. She's 16 and I'm 25... Does that mean I'm a pervert?
He lets out a depreciating laugh as he sips another filled cup of sake. His moves are refined and delicate, but his eyes flickered with sadness and turmoil.
"My story isn't very beautiful... But... It's real."
The green haired young man stands from the bar table and places more than enough money on the table for himself. Then, placing a handful of coins in front of his guest, he smiles a signature smile.
"I got so caught up in my story, I had yet to notice how beautiful you are. Please, allow me to pay for your drink to apologize for such a depressing tale."
With that, the handsome man turns and leaves the bar. His walk confident, the facade once again returning.