I pick up another notebook; there are names in it.

Almost every name is one of a chaebol child or one of the hexagon's nightclubbers. Each title is crossed out; I even see Brad's.

My heart starts to race as I open a folder. It's full of newspaper clippings. I close it, and they're just underneath its emplacement; I notice envelopes.

There too, my curiosity gets the best of me; I pick them up, I've already opened almost everything on the desk, I'm too far gone to back away.

Tae Won still sleeps when I turn back. The thumping sound of my heart adds some stress as I open the first envelope and pull out the contents.

I KNOW WHO DID IT.

My blood rushes, and my heartbeat accelerates a little more.

FAKE.

80bpm

BE CAREFUL OF THE DEVIL BESIDE YOU.

90bpm.

CHASE THE RED.

100bpm.

This episode is the moment where I die.

The tips of my hair appear to be bloody red when I look down. I know it's a perception of my mind; the room seems to swirl all is red.

Tae Won knows.

No, he doesn't; he would have killed me by now, and there I see it.

A gun.

I step on something humid I look down and realize I'm crying. My hand moves by itself. I grasp a piece of paper.

On autopilot, I write. Once done, I take the gun.

Walk to the door and leave.

There's no way out.

I can't live with Tae Won knowing the truth, and it's just a matter of time before it happens.

How could I even imagine I would get away scot-free?

How naive I was. That's not how the laws of nature work.

Everything is paid in full while we're alive. It's karma.

Invaded by my nausea, I bend, waiting for the food to come up, like a panoramic view of my actions before me.

How pretentious and narcissistic to think someone would accord the right to leave happily. I knew it so well, though.

My situation was clear; feelings of enjoyment and happiness were prohibited; still, I let myself go. Drunk and blinded by the love I have for Tae Won.

I bleed internally; it's a hemorrhage.

All the wrongs I have committed stand above me like the Damocles sword. The desire to die devours me once again; it's the reality of the messages which alert me.

What a disgusting being I am. Rebecca was right. I am deceitful, shameless filth, and I understand now that there's only one way to end all of this.

Strangely I don't have any thoughts for either my family or friends. I go as selfish as I lived, only thinking of myself.

Tae Won.

How could I do this? What kind of monster am I?

What got into my head?

How could I seduce the son of someone I killed?

How can I dare love, kiss, and make love to you?

Oh, my God, I howl in the night as all the images come crashing into me.

I must render justice.

Tae Won's family died unjustifiably because of a stupid teenager seeking thrills, they deserved to be avenged, and my death will avenge them.

I stand bleak, on the suicide bridge; I tricked death and people once too many times.

There is no need for the reaper to beckon me; I go with my own free will.

I hear the sirens far off. CCTV is very efficient.

"JANE."

I turn.

"Tae Won, kill me."

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Hi,

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Hi,

I hear you; everything is escalating here.

Will Jane kill herself?

Read the next chapter to find out.

Thank you for reading.

xoxo

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