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The marbles incident
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Don't you ever have a very heavy weight on your heart? Have you even hurt someone, and it hurt you too?
Sang-woo couldn't describe the feeling in the moment, for a bit he blacked out after killing Ali.
Of course, he somewhat loved him, he was nice, not greedy, and just feels nice to be around. But deep down a small crack happened as he heard the small weeps of his name echo as he walked out. That's when he zoned out.
The next thing he remembered was at the table; around multiple dishes of luxury food in front of him. He took a bit of hesitating before taking a few bites.
As time flew, the weight didn't.
Heart burn, guilt, sloth, wrath.
At one point even the 5 stages of grief
But.
At what point do you take a pause to think about your actions?
Did he know that when Ali pasted away, it was his fault?
That Ali is gone forever,
Like really gone.
He never will hear his laugh
He will never see him walk by
Sit next to him
Share food
No new conversation
Why didn't he just die?
Isn't that what he wanted?
Why didn't he just give Ali all of the marbles?
Why
Why
WHY
What is this feeling?
Is it guilt?
Is it sloth?
Is it wrath?
Is it envy?
Is it greed?
Then before you know it..
He stabbed himself.
In hopes he will be able to
Touch (pause)
Hear
See
Sense
Hug
Love
Him
But...
Heaven and hell doesn't- and will never
Match.