6 Works in Identity (TV)
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" Remember...January , 2019, 10 pm..
The time when I've fell for you.."
The human body is capable of all sorts of things to survive difficult situations. Cha Do Hyun, is a third-generation business heir who developed dissociative identity disorder (previously known as multiple personality disorder) in the aftermath of several life-threatening traumatic events. He tries to regain control over his life with the help of Oh Ri Jin , a beautiful first-year psychiatric resident who helps him secretly. But Ri Jin's twin brother, Oh Ri On , is a writer who is determined to uncover the unscrupulous lives of the rich and starts following Do Hyun around. Can Do Hyun take control over his condition before one of his seven identities takes control of him instead?- Language:
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She felt like the ground- solid concrete, a moment ago- had dropped away from underneath her, and she gripped John hard, as if he was the only thing holding her up when in reality he was the thing that had made the ground so unpredictable in the first place.
It's just a distraction technique, right?
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Figuring out John’s issues was a little like one that thought experiment: which came first, the chicken or the egg? Was he so hard to get close to because he’d spent so long with no one to rely on but himself- or had he spent so long with no one to rely on but himself because he was so hard to get close to? Martha didn’t think it was John’s fault that the job had fucked him up so badly, far from it, but... there had to be a reason no else had ever been undercover as long as he had. There had to be something about him that made him think he could live so long without a life. There had to be something about him that made his bosses agree.
So maybe they were all just screaming into the void. Maybe it would all come to nothing. Maybe whenever John gave an inch she just kept mistaking it for a mile. Or maybe he was doing the best he could- and maybe it was always worth trying again.
It's John's birthday.
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She smiled again, brighter this time, as he got closer. Seven years- three of those married years- and her gut still turned over pleasantly when he smiled back. Not the tight, fake smile he had used all too often in the beginning but the real, happy one that meant he was right there with her, and all in just like she was. And whenever she looked at that wedding band shining on his finger...
But more important than what was on his hand, just then, was what was in it. He had two glasses of champagne, one of them assumedly for her. Martha swallowed.
Martha has something to tell John.
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If Martha had trouble letting go of things, John had trouble hanging on to them. He was so used to getting burned, turned away, discarded when he was no longer useful, and he had learned that that was considerably easier to stomach if you let it happen. If you didn’t try to fight. But Martha... she made him want to fight.
She brought to mind a reversal, if that was possible, of the myth of Hades and Persephone. Her above ground, in the light and the sun, making things grow, making things better. Him below in the dark and the cold, in the shadow of death. And then she saw him, and something made her want to reach down and pull him up so that he could be with her on the surface. So that he could sit in her garden with bright-stained lips and let his bones get warm.
John reflects, and pays Martha a visit.
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There was just something about the way they were all standing together, the four of them and him- because it was always the four of them and him, wasn’t it? He could work with Martha and joke with Tessa and chat with Jose and even- very occasionally- converse civilly with Anthony, but he was always still... apart. Not quite on their wavelength. And he realized he didn’t want it to be like that, not anymore, and it hurt because it was too late.
And then he looked at Martha, at how beautiful she was when she laughed, and he thought: like hell it is.
Picking up the pieces.