Thorn Man( the love letters to sea No.1)
They called him Thorn Man, because he had so many thorns on his body. He had no family, so he joined the circus when he was very young.For his show, he would hang from a steel rail, using his thorns.Day by day, the thorns grew into hooks.One day, a smelly cat said to him: “why don’t you run away from the circus? Then you can see the real beautiful world.” “what about my hooks?” said Thorn Man, “Do you think the people will accept that?” “Why wouldn’t they?” said the cat, “Maybe they can use them for something else, like a cell phone rack or a key rack.” Thorn Man thought about it and then said, “Okay. I will try.”
That night, he climbed through the window of a sleazy toilet that the drug users liked to hide in, and he left the circus. He found some normal jobs outside of the circus. His first job was as a jewelry rack at a store. After that, he found a job as a key rack. After that, as a cell phone rack. His last normal job was as a bikini rack for a fat rich women’s clothing store. Even though he could find these jobs, he lost all of them, and all for the same reason: His face was always angry! Also, whenever his face turned purple, all of his hooks would straighten, and then he would look just like a hedgehog who had been shocked on the electric chair. This was a problem for his normal jobs, but he decided that it would be an advantage if he could find a job as a killer.
In fact, he was a perfect killing machine. He found a job as a killer, and invented a very simple way: He only needed to hold somebody to kill them. His hooks would straighten into hard thorns with their sharp needles, and poke deeper into his victims’ skin as he pulled them closer to him. The people who needed help getting revenge on their enemies were happy to pay Thorn Man, and he became very successful in his new job.
His life had settled and he was doing very well, until one day… While he was sitting on the lawn, basking in the sunshine, a girl came to him and looked at him, with big curious eyes. “why do you have so many thorns?” she asked. “to protect myself.” said he. “why do they look like hooks?” “for serving this society.” “oh. i see.” she said. “can i touch them?” “sure.” although his skin was blocked off by the hard hooks, he could still feel the softness of her fingers. One day, she came to him and asked him, “Can I love you?”
“if you can keep this distance, you can love me.”
“I don’t think I can” she replied it with a regretful smile. “sorry…so… bye…” he said to her. his tone seemed a little despondent.”I don’t think anybody can love me.” he said to himself in low tones.
“Maybe I can.” she said: “I think we can love each other from this distance.”
One day, while running away from a murder scene, he cut himself on a broken window. When he came home, she came to his house to look after him. After putting medicine on his cut, she smiled sweetly at him and asked him, “Can I hold you?” “no!” he said: “we can’t do that. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She pointed at the thorns. “How do you take these off?” she said. “there is no way to do that. I was born with them, they will not come off.” The next time, he was shot while working, and was hurt very badly. It seemed he was going to die. The girl was very scared when she came to his house, and began to cry.
In tears, she said to him, “hold me.” “no.” he still refused her strongly.
One day, after he was better again, she told him, “I can’t love you from this distance. I have to leave you.” “what do you want me to do?” “hold me, as a lover.” “but you will get hurt by my horns!” “I don’t care!” she said. she was trying to hold him, but he stood there like a statue. Finally, he began to hold her, little by little. As they became more and more close, the hooks began to poke into her skin.Even though it hurt her, the desire was so strong between two people who loved each other so deeply. she closed her eyes and enjoyed this overdue suffering and sweetness. “please, hold me a bit tighter.” she asked him, as the blood began to spill over her skin. Even so, she continued to ask, “please, tighter!”
It was the first time Thorn Man had held a person whom he didn’t have to kill, whom he really wanted to be with.All of his hooks were becoming violet stems reaching down to the depth of her body. “i think this is beautiful.” she said. “i love this feeling.” he said to himself.”i have never had this feeling before. even though i have held a thousand bodies.” he looked at her face. it was painful but also very beautiful. “the real beautiful world.” he remembered the smelly cat’s saying. “hold me” she said: “as strongly as you can.” “do you love me?” she asked. “yes.” he replied. “can you hold me forever?” “yes.” he replied, and he knew he had heard her last words.
