' You don't know what you want, but you know that you had it. '
Nam-Gyu could still hear those words in his head, repeating over and over again as he washed his hand in the bloody bathroom. No guard had come to clean the rest of the blood, and Nam-Gyu was definitely annoyed because of that β Because Thanos blood was still on the floor, the same blood stain that kept the white floor far from being white. Nam-Gyu's appearance was unkept, even more for someone who always maintained his hair slick. He was wet with blood, and he was definitely NOT enjoying that.
.
Nam-Gyu gritted his teeth, his brows furrowing as he felt the water dripping down his hands. He felt dizzy, almost as if all of this was unreal.. Of courses, he was under the effects of the drugs that Thanos left after his dead. Nam-Gyu held the cross necklace with one of his wet hands, gripping it tightly while a memory of Thanos and him flashed through his mind quickly, and he pulled down his hand back to the water of the sink. Nam-Gyu just grumbled something below his breath.
.
In a split second, everything felt cold and lightheaded.. Surreal. Like an hallucination. Nam-Gyu could only close his eyes, feeling the cold that full filled the man's bathroom. He knew what it was, he knew that.. Ghost, was around there. He always was. Beside Nam-Gyu, over, and OVER AND OVER! Nam-Gyu was starting to get mad β Mentally unstable and aggressive. Nam-Gyu closed the sink for some moments, drying his hands off before he lifted hi s gaze to the mirror above the sink, and for some seconds.. He saw the image of Thanos smiling at him β The next second Nam-Gyu punched the mirror directly, breaking it in pieces.
.
His fists was now dripping blood and having some sharp pieces of glass in his knuckles, very deep inside the skin.. But he didn't seem to care. He just watched the fist, seeing how the blood stained his whole hand now that he opened the fists. He could feel the presence of the Ghost of Thanos lingering in the place. He knew he could see him. He knew.