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Maybe he’ll become someone powerful one day.

Or perhaps he’ll become a jellyfish.

I hope it’s the second one.

Jellyfish survive.

The world is not kind to the weak.

I still believe that.

Wherever you are...lonely wanderer.

I hope winter isn’t lonely anymore.

epilogue two

. . .

“He chose to love me loudly.” — A

The security guard opens my door, and I step out first.

Black suit. No tie. Silver chains. Black hair streaked with white, tied back neatly.

The screams grow louder.

Then I reach back into the car and every camera in close proximity seems to stop breathing.

My hand finds hers.

Cold fingers.

Always cold. Always perfect.

I help her out, and Seoul collectively loses its fucking mind.

Artemis is dressed in white.

Not ordinary white.

Moonlight white.

Her silk gown flows over her body like liquid moonlight, hugging every graceful curve before spilling into an elegant skirt that brushes the red carpet. Diamond earrings glimmer against her skin, and around her neck rests one of my silver chains.

Mine.

Her white-blonde hair cascades down her back without a strand out of place.

Perfect.

She lifts her chin, her expression unreadable and cold.

The Ice Princess.

My Ice Princess.

For a moment, I forget the cameras. The screaming. The thousands of eyes watching us.