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Kiss of the Soul

And you may ask the age-old question.

Are ghosts real? Do they walk amongst us? Are they evil? Or are they just trying to find their destiny?

The short answer is yes. They are real. Some are evil; some are speechless. Some are tied by some earthly connection, and some are just running away from death. And most importantly, some of them are just trying to justify their casualty.

You had the gift of being able to see them. You were able to reach out your hand and guide them to justice, peace, and hopefully their idea of happiness. But it drained your energy in the process.

You had no idea why you were given this ability. Your family shunned you as an oddity and left you all alone to fend for yourself in this dark world.

And you left your family nearly five hundred years ago.

You were also given the power of immortality, whereas humans were utterly mortal. You were unsure why you stopped aging around thirty years old, but you lived your life accordingly, moving from one place to another every twenty years.

You were terrified of ghosts when you were young. Eventually, you stopped being scared of them and would help them out. You had the power to awaken their past lives in their mind. But the only way to do that was the power of a kiss.

You weren't too keen on the idea of kissing ghosts who looked like they were hit by a car, but most of the time, friendly ghosts looked just like humans. It was kind of hard for you to discern who was who.

Evil ghosts roamed with hatred. They'd follow you around and beg you to let them eat you as if you were some kind of treasure. Were you the only one who was able to see them?

After hundreds of kisses and images of horrible deaths flashed before your eyes, you gave it up. It seemed to take too much of you to help a single person out, and in the end, you always ended up near an evil spirit.

You ignored the hellish life that you were destined to live, walking past ghosts who begged you on their knees and ignoring the horrible sight of an evil spirit waiting to prey on you.

After holding yourself for nearly four hundred years, you decide to move out of the town you've lived in for years and into Seoul. Maybe that was a bad idea considering the multitude of souls that needed redemption, but you had a dream of becoming a bestselling author, and the best way for that was to be in the center of it all. It was a bit funny, you've lived a hundred years and had many jobs. You always wanted to become a writer, but you told yourself it wasn't enough salary. Now you had more than enough money to do whatever you desired.

As you packed up whatever little clothing you had into boxes to leave in a few weeks, the television was blasting the news channel as if it was yelling at you.

"We're heartbroken to be the ones to bear the news of a recent passing." The news anchor spoke out while you tossed through your closet.

"Min Yoongi, an international idol and one of our own, has passed away early this morning at the young age of twenty-eight."

You dropped the sweater along with your jaw as you heard those words. You tried not to let it bother you, but you were dying to hear how he died.

You reached for the remote and turned up the volume.

"It is said that he had taken his own life, with a note found explaining his suffering and why he couldn't go on. He was found unconscious and is believed to have jumped off the building of—"

You shut the TV off. You couldn't stand hearing anything about suicide. You hated anything about death and feared for your own as well. But there was something about this announcement of death that seemed a bit suspicious.