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Chapter 2

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Monday after mass, Mark was waiting for heachan. He looked at the ground and smoked a cigarette. After a while of waiting, he heard footsteps coming to him. He looked up and saw a smiling Heachan.
<<Hey!>>
<<Moring>>
<<it's pretty warm today. I left my jacket at home.>>
<<Yea, the weather seems to change quickly around here. It's cold at night, though. Besides, it's almost spring.>>

After they had this little conversation, Heachan started to tour Mark around. He showed him the best places for food and for just hanging around.

<<let me have a bite>>
<<No way, you're the one who said you didn't want any.>>
Heachan still toke a bite from the delicious looking hotdog.
<<yum>>
<<yahh yahh yahh next time get your own one don't eat mine>>
They played figthed a little while and then started to laugh.
<< No, but seriously, next time, get your own one...>>
Heachan just nodded and leaded the way again.

<< ohhh see, this is the nature museum I told you about. They have a real dinosaur skeleton.>>
They went in and had they fun time in the museum.
After the cool visit at the museum they just went somewhere and talked.
<< Man, we walked a lot.>>
Heachan nodded . <<Yes, we did, but it was still fun, though>>

They stood there in comfortable silence and just looked to the sky from where they were standing.
<<wait I do know this place isn't the place where the president was assassinated?>>
<< yeah it is my Mom saw it on boardcast. It's ironic that this place is a must be tourist spot. To me, the scenery of a place is made out of memories associated with it. It's probably why I felt like I knew him since childhood. I'm sure he was a good person.

<< I get you. Although I've been to many places, each place has a completely different aura. The people,  temperature, the taste,  the touch...>>
Mark looked down for a while and then looked at Heachan << Beyond what the eyes can see, the sound and smell of blowing wind, the sings of the season,  and the memories of the place, they all make up " scenery" of that place. If a person lives in a place for a long time, they also become part of that "scenery". I' little envious I can't do that.>>

<<Mark...that..>>
Mark looked at the medallion and held it. << Hmm. this? I stole it from a church in the town I lived in before. She's pretty, right? Mary.>>
<<PFT- ....HAHAHAHHAGA!>>
* He is laughing...*
<< the things I try to hide in my heart with all my might... you sweep them all away Mark.>>
<<huh?>>
<<come with me.>>

Mark and Heachan went to a church nearby. It's not big but enough for the city.
<<this place is..>>
<<it's the church I always go to.>>
<<oh Heachan.>>
<< we meet again, father. Is it okey if we stay here for a little bit?>>
<< ofcourse. Is this your friend? Please take your time. May God be with you.>>

They sat there for half an hour, and none of the boys talked they just looked at the altar, but the Heachan started to speak.
<< My first memory of this place is from when I was seven. Back then, my mother and father were my entire world. As well as jesus over there. From the things I saw , the prayer songs I heard , and the existence of heaven and hell. I believed everything was real. The father told me that my illness would be cured by crucified christ.>>

[We are borther and sisters that God has given life to... God forgives our sins. He protects us from danger. His hands reach out to those who are blessed]

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Heachan looked down after he said that while he was looking down, he also looked ashamed of being there.
<<That father raped me. In the dark basement, he raped me while telling me my black hair and deep brown eyes were beautiful...>> Mark looked shocked but still listened to the boy who was now in a deep thought. << He transferred elsewhere, but "as long as you have faith, you will meet salvation. " it's all a lie.>>
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<<the more I believed in God; the more I prayed; little by little,"he" trampled on my heart. God didn't save me. And that worshipped statue covered in blood just started at me without any trance of warmth, I felt like I was one with the black blood running down that cold object.>>
It was a weird, long pause in that moment until Heachan spoke again.
<< I felt like I was about to go mad. But I couldn't tell anyone, especially my parents. No matter what, I would have to attend mass. Because I'm a sinner. What happened between the prist and I is something that can't be forgiven, no matter the circumstances.  It's the farthest anyone could've strayed away in life. While I resented God, I also couldn't forgive myself for being a man. When I couldn't face christ at the altar directly anymore, I saw that statue of Mary.>>
*if I were of the same nature as her, would I have been saved? It was a very natural thing for me to place my faith in her*
Heachan looked at Mark and saw the guilty look on him. <<Mark you don't have to look so guilty. I was able to confide in you because you'll leave someday. Because you're my friend.>>

Mark didn't take long and to the medallion from his neck and put it on Heachans.  He took the medallion in his hand and squeezed it while smiling at Mark.
<< It's raining.>>
<< it's raining a lot here in spring. It's a sing that winter is already over.>>

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Heachan laid in bed but couldn't sleep he sat up and looked up of the window. He squeezed the medallion from Mark and thought about them.
*it's been a month since the moment at the church, and we completely resemble long-term friends or close friends who have been reunited. We remained friends until spring arrived. As if we were able to fill the missing gaps in our lives through each other, we were determined to take back youth that the world had robbed us of. As long as we were together, anything was possible. I, who was 18 years old again and you, who grew up too fast*

「 flashback」*:･ﾟ—

<<what's that?>>
<<Hmm?>>
Heachan took the cigarette from Mark's hand and took a deep drag.
<<it's Marijuana>>
Heachan took another deep drag.
<<You really try everything, huh? I just know how to fill in the gaps of my reality.>>
Heachan and Mark shared the Marijuana cigarette and stayed with each other.

<< No matter how much we go against God, your innocence will be protected with spring.>>
<< That's right...spring will take you away from here. When you are gone , i'll go back to being a boy who believes in only one God.>>

* I wonder just when did...I want to try to encompass all your warmth inside me.
Marks warmth hurts me more than a wound ever could.
Even though I wanted to just drown in his warmth, I couldn't forget that I'm a sinner.*

<<You're a kind person Mark.>>
*he probably knows everything. It would be right if I were a woman.*
*My existence is the root of the sin, loving you wouldn't be a sin. And the blood flowing within me my punishment.*

「 flashback end」*:･ﾟ—

Heachan laid back in bed and tried to sleep again he thought about amrk and was fast a sleep afterwards.

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