1 past greetings

it's been a while. to be exact 6 years. i'm bum a 30 year old male. 6 years ago my life was flipped. i had nowhere to go, nobody to talk to, and nobody to rely on. i was alone. sangwoo was dead. my first love. i slowly forgot about him focusing on my new life. it took me a while to recover after that car crash but i managed. i have a steady income and live in a small condo, far, far away from my old home. the home with sangwoo. he's long gone.

"bum."

huh? is that sangwoo? it sounds like him. but he's dead. he's not hear. ugh get out of my head!

trudging forward i stiffly walk towards my house. hearing footsteps follow behind me i don't dare turn around and instead start speed walking.

"bum. bum."

agh. not this again. i haven't heard his voice in my head for three years! why am i starting to hear him again. go away sangwoo! i want to forget. no i am going to forget. i said goodbye! i burned down the remains of the home. i said goodbye to your mother. i gave my uncle a proper burial. i even buried your ashes! though i kept a small jar.

"bum. bum!"

AGH! i can't take it anymore.

"what?!" i scream irritated turning back.

"it really is you, bum! i missed you." sangwoo says grinning.

"h-huh?" he looks exactly like sangwoo. the spitting image. his hairs long again but the blonde is gone from when he chopped it off. he has those eyes, but they're different somehow? they don't have intent, murder, or cruel ness. their just like a normal sane person.

he runs up to me pulling me into a hug.

"ah bum! i haven't seen you in forever. still as short as always i see." he lets out a small chuckle.

my eyes are wide from shock and my arms are swinging, my legs glued to the sidewalk, and i'm shaking.

"b-but sangwoo, is dead... i have his ashes. stop appearing in front of me! i'm tired of it. i'm tired of seeing you! it's been 6 years stop haunting me!" i mumble.

"you thought i died?" sangwoo bursted into laughter. "i thought you were smart enough to figure out! i never died. they covered it up so that people would stop rioting and protesting. they locked me in a mental institute. and i recovered. they even did surgery to fix my face. see!"

"wha- no i don't believe you!" i shout as i sprint back home.

there's no way, there's no way he's still alive! even if he is... will he kill me now?

the door bursts open and i see sangwoo walking towards me.

"nice house." he says calm.

"what are you doing here?" i manage to rumble out.

"i was actually searching for you for a while after i was let out." sangwoo says looking down at the floor.

"i don't b-believe you. you aren't sangwoo. he's dead. he died in the fire!"

sangwoo speed walks toward me as i back up scared for my life. leaning against the wall i plop down to the floor shivering. he crouched down to me and reaches his hand out to my face.

i quickly pull my hands out and block him "ahh! please don't hurt me. i'm sorry sangwoo, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry." i say closing my eyes.

taking a peek he grabs both my hands and moves them out of his way. he's still stronger, he even got taller. he leans in and kisses me? pushing him away i ask.

"what are you doing! get away from me! stop always messing with me." i run upstairs and into my room slamming the door shut.

i hear footsteps coming up the stairs and hear my door creaking open. he walks back towards me.

"oh so you want to invite me to the bed? huh. i see!" sangwoo says flirty.

"no! stop!" i yelp.

he pins me down my arms to the side and goes for another kiss. it feels like he's sucking me dry. everything in my body is gone and al transferred to him. i try to lift my arms but he's to strong. trying to move my legs to kick him, he realizes and puts each knee on top of my legs.

"hey bum. i love you." sangwoo says

caught of guard i stare at him eyebrows furrowed, teeth clenching, my face is red. "w-what..?"

he says nothing else and rips off my shirt.

"no! sangwoo. stop! not here. i have work in an hour!" i shout

"well you said it yourself! i have an hour." sangwoo says winking.