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As he took in the view from the twentieth floor, the lights went out all over the city.
How long has he been up?
The moon shone against the pitch black. No stars, no clouds, just him and the moon. Something that never seemed right to Mk. Then again, nothing has today.
Here he is in an empty parking lot staring at the lonely moon.
Lonely…
How did Changé do it?
Thousands of years stuck on the moon, separated from her love. Yet she persevered l, she made something of herself; a chef. Even when the world took away the things she held dear, she gave back with a bright smile and delicious food. Mk always admired that.
“The best way to move forward is with a smile.” A maudo he stood by now seems to mock him.
How is he supposed to smile? When in seconds the world could end and it would be his fault.
He opened the scroll.
He let the Jade emperor die.
He let Azure Lion die.
As long as we leave the world better than we found it…
The words of a hopeful idiot. Nothing is better! The Lady Bone Demon was right! The scroll was right! He has brought nothing but pain. A harbinger of chaos…!
A monster.
He is no better than the Lady Bone Demon. He is no better than Azure. Just like them, his “heroic” actions cause nothing but destruction and heartache.
Especially now. As dried up blood collected between his nails.
Mk let out a chuckle.
Your friends will turn on you, the scroll said. How funny it is.
That it’s the other way around.
He hurt them. His own parents. People who have watched over him his whole life; his family.
And he repays them like this…
Like a mindless savage animal .
Now he is here, moping, at the moon. Like every chest romance novel. The princess, waiting for someone to save her from her inner turmoil.
If only she could see me now.
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“Excuse me?” A slender finger pokes him in the shoulder.
Mk reacts. Whipping around suddenly and causing him to fall head first onto the concrete floor. He winces as the side of his head spasms from the excruciating pain.
“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.” The same hand holds on to his back, helping him sit up against the wall. “Let me see the injury.”
The lady presses a wool cloth over his temple. The wet feeling of blood being dried away.
With the pain easing slightly Mk opens his eyes and glances over at the source of the hand.
The woman beside him looks… familiar. Though it could just be the injury talking. Her short fluffy hair resembled the same volume as the monkeys back at Flower Fruit Mountain. Could she be a demon impersonating them? No that’s not right, her hair is way too dark for that. But at the same time she couldn’t be human either. Her eyes are so unnaturally blue. Either way she could be an intentional threat.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
It’s too on the nose. A doctor showing up at the perfect moment to heal an injury she caused. This can’t be a coincidence.
“I wasn’t expecting someone to be over here so late at night.” The lady removes the cloth, it's stained with blood, “It’s unlike someone to just sit there in an empty parking lot. Most only do that on the first floor and it’s mostly so they could go smoke.”
She takes out a small flashlight and shines it in his eyes. Mk squints and tries to look away. She sets the flashlight down and extends her finger “Follow my hand please.”
Mk does as she asks. She sets her hand down. “What were you doing out here anyway?”
“Uhh-“ Mk panics. What should he say? Should he lie? Should he— “Ouch!”
The doctor holds back her hand. In her hand is a disinfectant wipe that’s tinted red with blood. “I apologize. You hit your head harder than I realized,” she stands up, “let’s take you to the clinic. I can treat you better there.”