Cursed Bunny

by Bora Chung

“You ingrate! What was there to enjoy out here? My life is the same as everyone else’s, and did you not, with your torture, ruin what little happiness I had? I withstood all that disgust and hate and made you who you are today. If you have any gratitude for what I’ve done for you despite everything that you’ve put me through, then use your finished body to disappear from my life! Get out of my sight!”

“Gratitude. What gratitude should I have for you? Did I ask you to give birth to me? Did you ever take care of me or even say a kind word to me, your indisputable offspring? You birthed me even when I didn’t want it, and did you not try at every turn to destroy me out of hatred and disgust?

“When we make our cursed fetishes, it’s important that they’re pretty.”

But the moment I first looked into Model 1’s green eyes, I fell in love. She was my creation, a companion made by my own hands. A being who existed, from head to toe, solely for me—someone who was, for lack of a better way of saying it, completely and utterly “mine.”

Every person has only one childhood, and instead of being full of hopes or dreams, his had been crushed by the fight for survival.

Life is a series of problems. Especially when one is married and has a family. Because even when you manage to avoid the problems of the outside world and return home safely, your family is there waiting with a whole different set of problems of their own.

In order to survive, children come to their own understanding of their place in their world.

This love story is for you.

My life was making me anxious. I wanted to escape from it, for just a little while at least.

Parents who destroy their children’s lives, who suck the life out of their children’s futures, not only for the sake of maintaining their own illusions but also to zealously expand them into the lives of their children—such parents can almost be understood from the perspective of obsession. Following the words “Be grateful I raised you” is the implied clause “instead of killing you or leaving you for dead.” They probably mean it, too.

Still, understanding and forgiving are completely different things.

For some people, their lives are ruled by one shocking event reverberating through their survival instincts. Life shrinks into a trap made up of a shimmering moment in the past, a trap where they endlessly repeat that singular moment when they were surest of being alive.