Chapter 102
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Was it my fault for wanting to have that dream again? I felt like the nightmare listened to my dearest wish and came into reality, bringing along an armful of devastation and irrationality.
The muscles in my hands felt a bit stiff when I wiggled my fingers. I recalled the feeling of stabbing Hyehyun’s back. I came back to my senses. I had to get up even if I was exhausted. A lot of people already died, and a lot had happened. I couldn’t quit even if I wanted to. I had to end everything somehow or another.
That way… I could also rest.
Oh, Yeonseon.
“Are you awake now?” A shadow in the dark spoke to me when I sat up. Surprised, I looked toward the source of the sound. My memories which kept flickering on and off like a dying lightbulb managed to synapse. Woorim Eun—I pressed my hand against my forehead and muttered his name to myself once more.
Woorim Eun—I brought up the memory of the last time I saw him.
“…You were alive,” I mumbled as I stared at the pile of clothes and curtains beneath me. Right, he was alive. I was about to ask how but then shut my mouth. They seemed like useless questions. Who cared about how we were reunited? I couldn’t even say that it was a relief.
Only one thing was important.
“You told me to be safe,” Woorim said.
The important thing was that Woorim kept our promise.
I blinked. The tears that welled up in my eyes rolled down. I wiped them off before he could notice and replied as coolly as possible, “I did.”
However, I couldn’t help but continue to shed tears after what he said next.
He said, “I can listen to whatever you ask of me.”
Those words echoed a similar sentiment to something I expressed long ago. “I want to listen to whatever you wish for.”
It was so similar to what I whispered to Yeonseon in the past that it pierced itself deep into my heart. My anguished heart was rigid, refusing to move, but I became scared that I could still feel pain. My memories with Yeonseon were no longer sweet nor beautiful.
I resented my heart that nevertheless leaped in joy and found endearing things that were reminiscent of Yeonseon.
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Was it my fault for wanting to have that dream again? I felt like the nightmare listened to my dearest wish and came into reality, bringing along an armful of devastation and irrationality.
The muscles in my hands felt a bit stiff when I wiggled my fingers. I recalled the feeling of stabbing Hyehyun’s back. I came back to my senses. I had to get up even if I was exhausted. A lot of people already died, and a lot had happened. I couldn’t quit even if I wanted to. I had to end everything somehow or another.
That way… I could also rest.
Oh, Yeonseon.
“Are you awake now?” A shadow in the dark spoke to me when I sat up. Surprised, I looked toward the source of the sound. My memories which kept flickering on and off like a dying lightbulb managed to synapse. Woorim Eun—I pressed my hand against my forehead and muttered his name to myself once more.
Woorim Eun—I brought up the memory of the last time I saw him.
“…You were alive,” I mumbled as I stared at the pile of clothes and curtains beneath me. Right, he was alive. I was about to ask how but then shut my mouth. They seemed like useless questions. Who cared about how we were reunited? I couldn’t even say that it was a relief.
Only one thing was important.
“You told me to be safe,” Woorim said.
The important thing was that Woorim kept our promise.
I blinked. The tears that welled up in my eyes rolled down. I wiped them off before he could notice and replied as coolly as possible, “I did.”
However, I couldn’t help but continue to shed tears after what he said next.
He said, “I can listen to whatever you ask of me.”
Those words echoed a similar sentiment to something I expressed long ago. “I want to listen to whatever you wish for.”
It was so similar to what I whispered to Yeonseon in the past that it pierced itself deep into my heart. My anguished heart was rigid, refusing to move, but I became scared that I could still feel pain. My memories with Yeonseon were no longer sweet nor beautiful.
I resented my heart that nevertheless leaped in joy and found endearing things that were reminiscent of Yeonseon.
Was it my fault for wanting to have that dream again? I felt like the nightmare listened to my dearest wish and came into reality, bringing along an armful of devastation and irrationality.The muscles in my hands felt a bit stiff when I wiggled my fingers. I recalled the feeling of stabbing Hyehyun's back. I came back to my senses. I had to get up even if I was exhausted. A lot of people already died, and a lot had happened. I couldn't quit even if I wanted to. I had to end everything somehow or another.That way I could also rest.Oh, Yeonseon.Are you awake now? A shadow in the dark spoke to me when I sat up. Surprised, I looked toward the source of the sound. My memories which kept flickering on and off like a dying lightbulb managed to synapse. Woorim EunI pressed my hand against my forehead and muttered his name to myself once more.Woorim EunI brought up the memory of the last time I saw him.You were alive, I mumbled as I stared at the pile of clothes and curtains beneath me. Right, he was alive. I was about to ask how but then shut my mouth. They seemed like useless questions. Who cared about how we were reunited? I couldn't even say that it was a relief.Only one thing was important.You told me to be safe, Woorim said.The important thing was that Woorim kept our promise.I blinked. The tears that welled up in my eyes rolled down. I wiped them off before he could notice and replied as coolly as possible, I did.However, I couldn't help but continue to shed tears after what he said next.He said, I can listen to whatever you ask of me.Those words echoed a similar sentiment to something I expressed long ago.I want to listen to whatever you wish for.It was so similar to what I whispered to Yeonseon in the past that it pierced itself deep into my heart. My anguished heart was rigid, refusing to move, but I became scared that I could still feel pain. My memories with Yeonseon were no longer sweet nor beautiful.I resented my heart that nevertheless leaped in joy and found endearing things that were reminiscent of Yeonseon.
