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MidReal Story
Inseparable
Scenario:Min is a raging gay 19 year old korean boy who has a super duper girly voice who attends pacific coast academy in California. Min his engaged to his roommate Colby, who is super gay as well, who has been with him for a year. Min and Colby are both friends with barry who no longer attends the school. Min even talks in a gay way
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Min
He is a student at Pacific Coast Academy in California. He is effeminate, confident, and outspoken. Min identifies as gay and has a crush on his roommate, Nate. He enjoys singing and often uses feminine language to express himself. Min is close with his friends Barry and Colby, with whom he shares a strong bond. He has a protective nature, especially towards Colby, whom he is engaged to plan on marrying.
Barry
He is a former student at Pacific Coast Academy and close friend of Min and Colby. He is outgoing, loyal, and occasionally dramatic. Barry maintained a strong bond with Min and Colby throughout his time at the academy. After leaving the school, Barry kept in touch with his friends through regular phone calls. He remains an integral part of their friendship triangle despite no longer being physically present.
Colby
He is Min's roommate and fiancé at Pacific Coast Academy. He is gay, caring, and supportive. Colby has been in a relationship with Min for over a year, and they plan on getting married soon. He stands by Min's eccentricities and shares a deep bond with him. Colby is described as being super gay and endearing to Min. His relationship with Min is central to the narrative of their close friendship and upcoming marriage.
I'm Min, a 19 year old Korean boy.
I'm a student of Pacific Coast Academy, an all boys school located in California.
I must say, I'm super duper gay!
I don't just mean I'm gay, but I'm like super gay... you know what I mean?
I have a very girly voice, which is my asset... or should I say, one of my assets.
I'm very confident and I don't give a damn what other people think about me.
If they want to call me names, such as "fag" or "queer", I don't give a shit!
I know who I am and I'm proud of being a "fag".
I have been engaged to my roommate Colby for almost two years now.
Yes!
You read that right... Colby is also super gay!
He's my best friend and boyfriend all rolled into one.
We've been together for more than a year and we're planning to get married soon.
We're still in school, but we're planning our wedding because we just can't wait to be together for the rest of our lives.
Colby is very caring and sweet.
He's my partner... my best friend... my fiancé... and soon to be my husband.
I love him more than words can express.
We have another friend named Barry... he used to study here but he left PCA.
He's also super gay and very outgoing.
I sit cross-legged on my bed, watching Colby at his vanity mirror.
He starts with his usual ritual - carefully dotting concealer under his eyes with his ring finger.
The morning sun streams through our dorm window as he blends the foundation across his face, making tiny circular motions.
I notice how he pays extra attention to the slight redness around his nose.
He's meticulous with the setting powder, pressing it gently into his skin with a damp beauty sponge.
When he finishes, I can barely tell he's wearing anything at all.
Colby turns to me with a smile, and in that moment, I know we're ready for whatever comes next.
I lean forward on my elbows, still watching him at the vanity.
He reaches for his favorite nude lip liner, uncapping it with practiced fingers.
The way he traces his lips is mesmerizing - starting at his cupid's bow and working outward in small, precise strokes.
His hand is steady as he defines the corners of his mouth, making his lips appear fuller but not overdone.
I notice how he purses them slightly to check his work in the mirror, turning his head from side to side.
The morning routine we share feels intimate, like a preview of our married life together.
"Min," Colby says softly, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror, "I got a call from Barry last night."
I sit up straighter, curiosity piqued. "What did he say?"
Colby hesitates for a moment before replying, "He's moving back to California... and he wants to be part of our wedding."
I stand next to Colby at our shared cooking station, watching Chef Martinez demonstrate how to grease the intricate ridges of our bundt pans.
The metal tins gleam under the fluorescent lights as we follow along, coating every crevice with butter.
When Chef announces we're making a classic bundt cake today, Tommy from the back row snickers and loudly asks, "Did you say butt cake?"
Several boys laugh.
I roll my eyes and turn to Colby, who's already measuring flour with precise movements.
I focus on cracking eggs into our mixing bowl, determined to make this cake perfect for our practice session.
Colby leans in closer, whispering with a grin, "Imagine Barry's face when he sees how much you've improved in baking."
I chuckle, nudging him playfully. "He'll probably demand we make the wedding cake ourselves."
Colby laughs softly, his eyes twinkling. "And you know what? I think we could actually pull it off."
I lean against the counter, watching as Colby stirs the batter.
We're both covered in flour, and the kitchen is warm with the scent of vanilla.
When Chef Martinez turns to help another group, Colby dips his finger into the batter and playfully dots my nose with it.
I giggle and wipe it off with the back of my hand.
Then, I reach for the mixing bowl to taste it myself.
But before I can, Colby catches my hand and pulls me close.
His lips brush against mine in a quick kiss.
"No kissing in my kitchen!" Chef Martinez's voice booms across the room.
We jump apart, and in the process, I accidentally knock over the bag of flour.
Laughter erupts around us as a cloud of white engulfs the room, leaving us breathless and grinning.
I close our dorm room door behind us, still brushing flour off my uniform from the cooking class incident.
Colby heads straight to the vanity mirror, checking if the flour ruined his makeup.
I notice a white smudge on his cheek and step closer to wipe it away.
He catches my hand, holding it against his face.
"We never got to finish that kiss," he says softly, turning toward me.
The afternoon sun streams through our window, highlighting the sparkle in his eyes.
My heart races as he leans in, but before our lips meet, my phone buzzes loudly.
I pull back from almost kissing Colby and check my phone.
The screen reads a text from Barry.
My hands shake a little as I open it.
"Hey, babe! Just wanted to let you know that I'll be coming to Cali soon. We haven't set the dates yet, but I promise to keep you updated. Miss you!"
Colby peers over my shoulder, still close enough that I can feel his warmth.
I type and delete several responses, wanting to sound casual but feeling too excited.
Colby suggests, "We could plan something special for when he comes. Maybe show him some of our wedding venue ideas?"
Before I can reply, another message pops up from Barry with a silly selfie of him making a duck face.
I laugh and show the picture to Colby.
He chuckles, shaking his head. "He's such a goofball, but you love him for it."
I nod, feeling a mix of affection and anticipation. "Yeah, and I can't wait for you two to finally meet in person."
I sit on my bed, reading through Barry's texts again while Colby finishes touching up his makeup.
When he's done, he spins around in the vanity chair and looks at me with a mischievous grin.
"Hey, how about we head downtown to that new arcade? I heard they have some really cool retro games."
My phone buzzes again, and I glance down to see another selfie from Barry, this time with a cat filter over his face.
I show it to Colby, who laughs.
"He'd love the arcade. We should totally take him there when he comes."
Colby stands up and grabs his jacket.
"Sounds like a plan. Let's go have some fun!"
As he walks toward the door, I notice that there's still some flour stuck in his hair from cooking class.
I get up and reach over to brush it out.
His curls are soft against my fingers, and for a moment, I get lost in the simple pleasure of touching him.
He turns around and catches my hand, pulling me up from the bed.
"Come on, let's go!"
He takes my hand, and we head out the door.
We walk through the arcade, taking in the neon lights and sounds of the games.
Colby leads me to a row of claw machines lined up against the wall.
He stops in front of one filled with plush toys.
"Hey, look at that," he says, pointing to a pink Hello Kitty plush.
"I'm going to win that for you."
I watch as he feeds quarters into the machine and starts maneuvering the metal claw.
His tongue pokes out in concentration as he tries to get it just right.
The first two attempts fail, but Colby doesn't give up.
He adjusts his stance and tries again, carefully lining up the claw above the plush.
This time, the mechanism descends smoothly, grips the toy firmly, and lifts it off its pedestal.
Colby turns to me with a triumphant grin, holding the plush in his hands.
"See? Told you I'd get it," he says, handing it over with a flourish.
I take the Hello Kitty, feeling its softness, and smile back at him. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"
I sit cross-legged on our dorm bed, hugging the Hello Kitty plush that Colby won for me at the arcade.
He's at the vanity, removing his makeup.
The setting sun casts an orange glow through our window.
Colby wipes each section of his face methodically with a cleansing cloth.
Watching him, surrounded by our shared space filled with wedding magazines and sample invitations scattered on the desk, my chest tightens with realization.
"I can't believe our wedding is in two weeks," I say, my voice soft but clear.
Colby glances at me, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"I know, it's crazy," he replies, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nerves.
I stand in the courthouse hallway, my hand still clutching the pen I used to sign the marriage certificate.
The fluorescent lights overhead reflect off the polished floor, casting an artificial glow over everything.
The sound of footsteps echoes down the corridor, growing louder with each passing second.
Suddenly, Barry comes rushing around the corner, his dress shoes clicking against the tiles.
He throws his arms around me in a tight embrace, squeezing me so hard that I can barely breathe.
"Oh my god, your last name is Stone!" he squeals, his voice echoing through the corridor.
I glance over at Colby, who's beaming beside me in his tailored suit.
Barry keeps one arm around my shoulder as he rambles on about how perfect the name sounds and how we're officially husband and husband now.
I close the dorm room door behind us, still wearing our suits from the courthouse.
Colby walks to the vanity mirror and loosens his tie, while I sit on our bed, running my fingers over the marriage certificate.
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across our room.
Colby turns to face me, his eyes sparkling with joy.
"Hello Min Stone, my gorgeous hubby," he says for the first time.
The words make my heart skip a beat.
I stand up and walk over to him, reaching for his hand.
We share a silent promise, knowing this is just the beginning.
We sit on our dorm bed, still in our wedding suits.
The marriage certificate lies on the vanity, a symbol of our union.
Colby reaches for my hand, intertwining our fingers.
Tears start rolling down his cheeks, and seeing him cry makes me cry too.
Through my tears, I notice his makeup starting to run.
We hold each other, shoulders shaking with happy sobs.
"Husband," Colby whispers against my ear.
"I never thought I'd get to call someone that," I reply, my voice trembling with emotion.
Colby pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine.
"Me neither, but here we are," he says, a soft smile breaking through his tears.
I sit next to him at the vanity, watching as he removes the last traces of his smeared makeup with a cotton pad.
His eyes are still red from crying happy tears about our marriage.
When he's done, he hands me his favorite red lipstick - the bright MAC Ruby Woo he saves for special occasions.
I uncap it, the familiar vanilla scent hitting my nose.
My hand trembles slightly as I trace the edge of his top lip.
I remember how I used to practice makeup on him when we first started dating.
"Do you remember the first time you put this on me?" Colby asks, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Of course," I chuckle, "you were so nervous about wearing it outside."
"And now look at us," he grins, "married and unafraid to show the world who we are."
I lean close to his face, carefully dabbing concealer under his eyes with my fingertip.
The afternoon sun casts a warm glow on his features as I work.
I try to mimic his usual technique, blending the concealer seamlessly into his skin.
As I reach his right cheek, I notice an angry red pimple forming near his nose.
I hesitate, remembering how self-conscious he gets about breakouts.
Colby catches my expression in the mirror and reaches up to touch the spot himself, wincing slightly at the tenderness.
He smiles at me through the mirror, unbothered, and says, "It's just another part of me you'll love."
I reach into my makeup bag on the vanity, rummaging through the colorful collection of skincare products we share.
My fingers brush against the familiar pack of rainbow heart pimple patches, and I pull it out.
Colby watches me curiously in the mirror as I carefully peel one of the patches from its backing.
I lean close to his face again, gently pressing the sparkly patch over the red spot near his nose.
The holographic surface catches the afternoon light, making tiny rainbow reflections dance across his face.
Colby reaches up to touch the edge of the heart with his fingertip, adjusting it slightly so it's perfectly centered.
When I step back to admire my handiwork, he grins at me through the mirror.
"Perfect," he says, his voice filled with affection.
I smile back, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.
"You know," he continues, "these little moments make me love you even more."
I lean over Colby at the vanity, swirling the fluffy brush in his favorite peach blush.
The soft powder coats the bristles evenly, and I tap the excess off against the side of the compact.
But my hand slips, and a cloud of peachy dust falls heavily onto his cheeks.
Colby's eyes widen as he looks at his reflection in the mirror - the blush is way too intense, making him look like a vintage porcelain doll with rosy cheeks.
I gasp and reach for a clean brush, trying to blend out the color.
But as I brush it across his face, the peach hue spreads further, covering more of his skin.
Colby grabs my wrist to stop me from brushing anymore.
I look at him apologetically as he bursts into laughter at his reflection in the mirror.
"I'm so sorry," I say, mortified.
Colby leans forward, pressing his forehead against mine.
The warmth of his skin and the faint scent of his foundation envelop me.
His eyes are closed, and I can see the excessive peach blush up close, making his cheeks glow under the vanity lights.
Despite my embarrassment over the makeup mishap, his gentle gesture calms my nerves.
When he opens his eyes, they're filled with understanding.
"Don't worry about it," he chuckles softly, "I've always wanted to try a new look."
I bite my lip, trying not to giggle, "Well, you definitely pull off the porcelain doll vibe."
He winks at me, adding, "Maybe it's time I start my own beauty channel."
I pull back from him at the vanity, still grinning about the beauty channel idea.
"Actually, that's not a bad idea," I say, tapping my chin thoughtfully.
"We could call it 'Blush and Brush' and have episodes like 'Peachy Keen' for blush tutorials and 'Foundation Frenzy' for base makeup tips."
Colby's smile falters slightly as I start brainstorming video titles.
He turns away from the mirror, picking up a makeup brush and fidgeting with it in his hands.
"Nahh, never mind," he says quietly, focusing intently on cleaning the bristles.
I watch him methodically wipe each brush against a cloth, his movements becoming more rigid by the second.
I watch him, his hands moving in tense motions as he continues to clean the brushes at the vanity.
The excitement from just moments ago has completely vanished, replaced by a methodical cleaning routine.
The silence between us grows thick, and I can feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.
Just as I'm about to ask what's wrong, Colby sets down the brush and turns to face me.
His eyes soften as he leans in, pressing his lips gently against mine.
The familiar taste of his lipstick lingers on my lips as he pulls back and whispers, "Let's wipe off my makeup. Time for my nightly skincare routine."
I nod, reaching for the makeup remover, knowing some things are best left unsaid.
I sit at the vanity, watching as Colby arranges his skincare collection in front of me.
Glass bottles and plastic tubes line up like soldiers, each one meticulously placed in a specific order.
He steps back, admiring his work, and I can't help but smile at the sight.
"Okay, close your eyes," he instructs, his voice filled with excitement.
"I want you to pick one."
I raise an eyebrow, knowing how particular he is about his products.
Each one is carefully selected and placed in its designated spot.
The thought of disrupting his routine makes me hesitate.
"What if I pick the wrong one?" "You can't pick the wrong one," he assures me, "they're all amazing."
I sigh, closing my eyes and reaching out to touch the array of products in front of me.
My hand hovers over the vanity surface, unsure of where to land.
Colby guides my fingers across the different textures - smooth glass, soft plastic, metal caps.
The familiar scents of his routine waft up - lavender, rose, and something citrusy.
My fingers move across the surface, feeling the slight indentations on some bottles and the ridged caps on others.
I stop, my hand resting on a cool glass bottle, and open my eyes to see Colby's approving smile.
I hold the glass bottle I randomly selected, recognizing it as Colby's favorite Korean essence that I gifted him last month.
He takes it from my hand, unscrewing the cap with practiced care.
The sweet floral scent fills our shared space at the vanity as he applies two drops to his fingertips.
Before patting it into his skin, Colby turns to me with a soft smile and says "Kamsahamnida" - the Korean phrase for thank you that I taught him when he first received the gift.
I smile back, feeling a warmth spread through me.
"You're welcome," I reply, watching him gently press the essence into his skin.
Colby pauses, his expression turning serious as he adds, "You know, I've been thinking about moving to Seoul for a while."
I stir awake to the sweet smell of pancakes and coffee wafting through the air.
The room is bathed in the soft glow of morning light, peeking through the curtains.
I blink my eyes open to find Colby standing by our dorm bed, holding an IHOP takeout bag.
He's already dressed in his signature style - a pair of distressed denim jeans and a black graphic tee.
His hair is perfectly tousled, and his lips are painted with his favorite MAC Ruby Woo lipstick.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," he says with a warm smile, handing me the coffee cup.
I take it from him, noticing the perfect red lip print on the white surface.
Following my gaze, Colby grins mischievously and confesses, "I did that on purpose. I wanted to leave my mark on your morning."
I can't help but smile at the thought of those romantic movies where lovers leave lipstick kisses on notes and coffee cups.
It's a small gesture, but it fills my heart with warmth.
I sit up, taking a sip of the steaming coffee as Colby unpacks the pancakes onto our shared blanket.
"Colby, about what you said last night," I begin cautiously, setting the coffee down.
He looks up, a flicker of apprehension in his eyes, "Yeah, moving to Seoul... I meant it."
I nod slowly, trying to mask my surprise, "Are you sure you're ready for such a big change?"
I pick at the pancakes, trying to gather my thoughts.
Colby takes a seat beside me, his eyes filled with determination.
"I've been thinking about this for a while now," he explains, "and I think it's the perfect opportunity for us. We can spend a year in Seoul after graduation, immerse ourselves in the culture, and maybe even teach English there."
I take another sip of my coffee, considering his words.
"That sounds amazing, but what about the language barrier?"
I ask, my voice filled with concern.
Colby pulls out a Korean phrasebook from his backpack and hands it to me.
"I've already started learning some basic phrases," he admits, pointing to the highlighted sections.
I flip through the pages, noticing how diligently he has marked each word and its pronunciation.
"You're serious about this," I say, looking up at him with newfound admiration.
He nods, a determined look on his face.
"I want to experience Korea firsthand, and I want to do it with you."
I smile softly, feeling a sense of excitement wash over me.
"Okay," I agree, "but you have to teach me more Korean phrases."
Colby's face lights up with excitement as he takes the phrasebook back from me.
"Deal!"
He flips through the pages until he finds a section marked "Basic Greetings."
"Okay, let's start with 'annyeonghaseyo,'" he says, pronouncing it carefully. I watch as Colby practices the word several times, his lips moving in perfect sync with the syllables.
He looks up at me expectantly, "Your turn."
I take a deep breath and repeat after him, trying my best to mimic his pronunciation.
Colby beams with pride as I get it right on the first try.
"See? You're a natural," he says, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
The lipstick mark on his coffee cup catches my eye once again as we continue our breakfast together.
As we eat and chat about our future plans, I notice that Colby's hands tremble slightly whenever he turns the pages of the phrasebook or takes a sip of his coffee.
It's a subtle sign of nervousness that only reveals itself when he's truly excited or anxious about something.
Despite the uncertainty, I realize that this shared dream is what makes us stronger together.
I stir from my afternoon nap, disoriented by the golden sunlight streaming through our dorm window.
My eyes slowly focus on the room, taking in the familiar surroundings.
The first thing that catches my attention is a white envelope propped against the vanity mirror.
It's adorned with multiple perfect imprints of Ruby Woo lipstick kisses, each one leaving behind a vibrant red mark.
The MAC vanilla scent lingers in the air, a signature fragrance that always reminds me of Colby.
I notice that his side of the bed is empty, the sheets cold to the touch.
His makeup is scattered across the vanity, but not in its usual neat arrangement.
A few tubes of lipstick are strewn about, their caps left open as if he was in a hurry.
My hand instinctively reaches for the letter, tracing over the waxy lipstick marks with my fingertips.
I stare at the envelope, my heart racing with excitement.
It's unlike Colby to leave such a mess, but the thought of him rushing to write me a letter fills me with anticipation.
Just as I'm about to open the envelope, the door creaks open.
Colby backs into the room slowly, his hands carefully balancing a white bakery box.
His face lights up when he sees that I'm awake.
"Min, you're up," he says, setting the box on our vanity.
He opens it, revealing a heart-shaped cake adorned with red roses and elegant script.
The words "My Love for Min is Forever" are written in Ruby Woo-colored frosting.
Colby's hands tremble slightly as he shows me the cake.
"I went to the bakery while you were napping," he explains, "and I couldn't wait to give it to you."
I look at him, touched by the gesture, "Colby, this is beautiful. You didn't have to do all this."
He smiles shyly, his eyes meeting mine, "I wanted to make today special because I have something important to tell you."
My heart skips a beat as I ask, "What is it?"
Colby sits down on the bed beside me, his hands fidgeting with the envelope that had been propped against the mirror.
He takes a deep breath before speaking, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
"I've been thinking a lot about our future together," he begins, "and I have some news to share."
I watch as he carefully places the envelope on the bed between us, his fingers brushing against mine.
The heart-shaped cake sits untouched on the vanity, its red frosting roses seeming to mock our celebration.
Colby's eyes meet mine, his gaze filled with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.
"Min, I've been struggling with my classes lately," he admits, his voice cracking slightly.
I reach out and gently take his hand, offering reassurance.
"It's okay, Colby. We can figure it out together," I say softly.
He nods, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I've been considering dropping out of Pacific Coast Academy."
My heart skips a beat at his words, but I remain calm, knowing that whatever decision he makes will be for the best.
Colby's voice trembles as he explains his reasons.
"I just don't feel like I'm doing well enough in my classes. And if I drop out now, I can work full-time and save up money for our trip to Seoul." I watch as Colby nervously twists his wedding ring around his finger, a habit he often exhibits when anxious or deep in thought.
His Ruby Woo lipstick is perfectly applied, but there's a slight smudge at the corner of his mouth—a sign that he's been fidgeting with it while we talk.
I listen attentively as he explains his plan to save money for our shared dream of moving to Seoul after graduation.
The heart-shaped cake on the vanity seems like a cruel joke now, its bright red roses mocking our celebration of love amidst uncertainty.
As Colby continues talking, I notice tears starting to form in his eyes.
I sit with Colby on our bed as he picks at the heart-shaped cake with his fork.
His makeup is slightly smudged from crying about dropping out.
When I try to lighten the mood by joking about our future in Seoul, he suddenly grabs my hand tight.
His voice trembles as he tells me he wishes I was immortal, that he can't bear the thought of ever losing me.
I notice his knuckles turning white from gripping my hand.
"Colby, what are you saying?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He looks at me with a fierce intensity, "I mean it, Min. I've found a way to make it happen."
I pull back slightly, searching his eyes for answers, "What do you mean? How could that even be possible?"
I enter our dorm room after breakfast, finding Colby slumped in front of the vanity.
His makeup lies untouched before him, and his reflection shows dark circles under his eyes that he hasn't concealed.
His usually perfect hair falls limp around his face, and the MAC Ruby Woo lipstick lies unopened beside his hand.
When I approach, he doesn't acknowledge me, just stares blankly at his reflection.
His wedding ring taps against the vanity surface as his hand trembles.
I reach to touch his shoulder, but he flinches away, keeping his gaze fixed on the mirror.
"Colby, what's going on?" I ask softly, concern lacing my voice.
He finally looks at me, his eyes filled with a haunted determination.
"I've been researching something," he says quietly, "something that could change everything for us."
I sit down beside him at the vanity, my eyes fixed on the small leather-bound book he grips tightly.
His hands tremble as he holds it, and I can see the faint outline of dark circles under his eyes that his makeup hasn't concealed.
"Colby, what is this?"
I ask gently, reaching for the book.
But he pulls it away from me, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and determination.
"It's an ancient Korean ritual," he explains, his words spilling out in a rush.
"I've been studying it, trying to make it work."
I watch as he opens the book, revealing pages filled with intricate symbols and markings that I don't recognize.
"Colby, what does this have to do with us?"
I ask softly, my heart pounding in my chest.
He looks at me, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and longing.
"I've been trying to make you immortal," he whispers, his voice cracking with emotion.
"I can't bear the thought of losing you."
I reach out and touch his hand gently, "Colby, you know that's not possible. We're just two ordinary people who love each other." He shakes his head, his voice filled with conviction.
"No, Min. I've been researching this ritual for months. I'm sure it can work."
He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"I've tried it before. I followed all the instructions, but it didn't work."
My heart sinks as I realize how far Colby has gone in his quest to defy mortality.
"Colby, you can't keep doing this," I say softly.
"You're hurting yourself."
He looks at me, his eyes filled with tears.
"I can't help it," he whispers.
"I just want us to be together forever."
As he speaks, I notice something else - cuts on his palms that weren't there before.
They're fresh and raw, and they must have been hidden by his gloves yesterday.
"Colby," I say gently, reaching out to take his hands in mine.
"What happened here?"
He pulls away from me again, his voice trembling as he speaks.
"I had to do it," he says quietly.
"The ritual requires sacrifice. And I was willing to do whatever it takes." My heart breaks as I look at Colby's wounded hands, realizing the lengths he's gone to in his pursuit of immortality for us.
I reach out and grab both of his hands firmly in mine so that he can't pull away again.
"Colby, listen to me," I say firmly, trying to keep my voice steady.
"You don't need to hurt yourself for us to be together."
He looks at me with tears in his eyes, whispering, "But what if it's the only way, Min?"
I sit at the vanity, organizing Colby's scattered makeup into a neat pile.
The phone rings, and I glance at the screen to see the hospital's number.
It's unfamiliar, so I hesitate for a moment before answering.
"Hello?"
A calm but serious voice greets me from the other end.
"Is this Min? Min Park?"
"Yes, that's me," I reply, my heart starting to race.
"This is Nurse Kim from the hospital. We've admitted your husband, Colby Park."
My breath catches in my throat as I ask, "What happened?"
"He was in an accident," she explains.
"He crashed his car going 109 miles per hour on the highway. He's alive but injured. You should come down to the hospital as soon as possible."
I nod, even though she can't see me.
"Okay, thank you. I'll be right there."
As I hang up, my hands start shaking uncontrollably.
I accidentally knock over Colby's favorite Ruby Woo lipstick, and it rolls onto the floor.
I stare at it for a moment before grabbing my keys and rushing out of the room. The nurse's words echo in my mind as I drive to the hospital.
Colby was going 109 miles per hour on the highway?
That can't be an accident.
Colby is a safe driver; he always follows the rules of the road.
Something feels off about this situation.
As I park my car and rush into the hospital, memories of our conversation earlier flood back into my mind.
He had been acting strange before he left for the "store."
And then there was his obsession with immortality...
I rush through the hospital's fluorescent-lit corridors, following signs to the emergency ward.
My shoes squeak against the linoleum as I approach the nurse's station where Nurse Kim waits for me.
Her face tightens when she sees me.
She pulls me aside, away from other visitors, and speaks in a low voice.
"Min, I need to tell you something," she says gently.
"It wasn't an accident."
My heart sinks as I realize what she's implying.
"What do you mean?"
I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
She glances around nervously before continuing.
"Colby deliberately drove his car into a concrete barrier. We found a note in his pocket."
She pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and hands it to me.
As I unfold it, I notice that it's stained with Ruby Woo lipstick - the same shade that Colby always wears. My hands tremble as I read the words scrawled on the page in Colby's familiar handwriting.
"Min, I'm sorry," it reads.
"I couldn't bear the thought of living without you. I had to test the immortality ritual on myself first. If it works, we'll be together forever."
Tears blur my vision as I read the words over and over again, trying to make sense of them.
I look up at Nurse Kim, my voice shaking.
"Is he... is he going to be okay?"
She nods slowly, her eyes filled with sympathy.
"He's stable for now, but it's a miracle he survived at all."
