Great Novelist

Since the opponent and writer were both students, their appointments were set for the weekend. Around midway through lunch, Roses, students and Australia decided to meet.

He headed to the rendezvous point. Rose showed me the way. It was a residential street a little away from the publisher. As I walked down the alley, I suddenly came out of a cafe. It was on the first floor of the building, and it seemed strangely halfway underground because of the chin.

He stood in front of me twice. The lights inside the cafe were dim, so I couldn't see very well from the outside. I was confused whether or not I was operating. I opened the door. The door is lighter than I thought. It moves quietly without a sound. The bean smells are everywhere. No guests, no owners.

I was half asleep. Even on the weekends, it was not a bad place for him to be free.

“Hello."

The owner makes eye contact and gives you a slight nod. That's all. He went inside and settled down. Rose told me that she had met her caller first and that she was coming here. The slightly darker interior was filled with exotic furniture or chairs. On the table.

There was a cloth coaster that looked like it was handmade. It was colorful.

He ordered a cup of coffee first. The brown liquid now reminds me of Kelly Coin. The twisted man was furious when he heard the translation was published. Why was I upset? I thought it was obvious that he had roughly translated on a publication date sooner than he expected.

Secondly, I heard rumors from the industry that the translation that I thought was rough was very good. He seemed to have hoped that he would be frustrated by the difficult taste of the translation because he was in an embarrassing situation.

I don't know who Kelly Coin is. The rugged nature was still active. Unfortunately, he doesn't know Korean, so he won't be able to read the book he translated, but he will listen to Korean officials' comments and assessments. This time, I wanted an unbiased good assessment. So that...

will not fly back to Korea.

The vibration rings. It's a text from the rose that almost arrived. He replied that he had already arrived. I drank the coffee I had ordered in advance, drying the roses to hurry.

When it was not that long ago, there was a small popularity outside. He looked at the entrance of the café. The door opens. As you enter, you hear no sound when you open the door. I didn't even hear a squeak. Somehow it was heterogeneous, paper.

I wish I could have hung one, but then he met a girl.

“Hello."

The girl says small hello. A small acne appeared on the white skin.

“Hello."

Australia also greeted her. She gives something out in an awkward gesture. It was for sale in a pharmacy, a box of 12 bottles. He took it without saying anything. The two of them sat down and ordered their cars. The cup was placed on a cloth base. The Cup Is Worth It

It was a design that did not fail.

He and she briefly introduced themselves. Seeing her frozen solid, I asked her.

“Don't you ever wonder if it's real? ”

You don't doubt you're a real coincidence. Her eyes falter in the question of Lord. The ice cracks.

“I won't. ”

I was frankly embarrassed.

“Believe what? ”

“· · · · · · · · · Editor. ”

“It could be a team. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

She glances at the rose. Roses smile small and do not interfere with the conversation. She shuts up about the embarrassment. He said instead.

“You said you believed me, and you didn't ask me what happened? That's why I called. ”

Hurry up with the coincidence ending for your brother. That was her purpose of the call. Her shoulders tighten.

“I'm sorry."

I bowed my head with an apple. The long hair that flowed down covered the cloth. I looked at her and said, apologizing.

“Just call your grandmother. ”

“Yes?”

“Apologize and be forgiven. I'm sure you're worried. ”

“ · · · · · · ”

“You'd better get in touch with her soon. ”

She notices and gets up and leaves the cafe. The owner sitting in the bar was still asleep. It looked very comfortable. While looking at her, the rose asked.

“What a strange thing to say. I thought he was an immature kid who sold him out to meet the writer. ”

“You don't look happy to see me, do you? It's not like the mission was a success. ”

She was very polite. He looks presentable. He can't see it from the outside, but he doesn't seem like a kid to make a prank call.

“I honestly left my grandmother's number. ”

I also felt a rose. It was even weirder in person. He nods slightly.

“Now we know. ”

The girl came in after a short call. I couldn't hear anything at the door.

“I called. ”

I reported in good faith.

“What did she say? ”

“Good people, don't ever do that again. ”

He asked about it.

“Why did you lie? ”

He failed to answer, and he changed the question.

“Where's the lie? ”

She opens her mouth without knowing her intentions.

“Just, that's all. ”

His voice narrows. He doesn't push her away. I drank a cup of coffee and asked boldly.

“You lied about being in the hospital, right? ”

“Yes.”

“My parents' phone number was actually my grandmother's. ”

“Yes.”

“What do you mean, there's no time? ”

“I lied.”

He looked at her reactions calmly, one by one. Without so much effort, her feelings were clearly conveyed.

“Does it mean my brother likes my writing? ”

There is no answer. Your mouth is full of strength. He could tell. I wasn't lying.

“· · · · · · How did you know? ”

“I talked to my grandmother. ”

“She's not very good at talking about her brother. ”

“Of course, I didn't hear it myself. ”

Information is continued. On the way to apologize, the grandmother who was nervous about sending her granddaughter alone said she would go with her to the end. Eventually, he picked up the phone instead of the rose. And we talked a lot.

Her brother is dead. before making a false phone call. The sun wouldn't have passed. This year, maybe a few months ago. Neither the grandmother nor her sister seemed to have accepted her death. It was just unstable.

“Can I talk to you about my brother? ”

She nods. There is no sign of forced acceptance. Rather, she spoke first.

“He really wanted to know the end. ”

Her lies deceived everyone. It's because the lies she told were not vain.

“He loved coincidences. ”

“Not forever? ”

“Yes. At first. ”

She was a horse.

“The hospital was always reading accidental books. When I got one, I read it ten times, 20 times, and I kept reading it. When the next one came out early, we were happy together. ”

And eternity came.

“I'm beginning to wonder about eternity. It was called a coincidence rival. I read books, and then I became a fan of eternity. ”

Her face is a little blurry.

“Forever is not a coincidence. ”

She can't know they're the same person.

“How is it different? ”

“The Book of Eternity is long. It takes a long time to reach the end. ”

Her brother didn't have time. He asked.

“Did he hate it? ”

“No, that's why I'm in trouble. ”

He didn't have time. She wanted her brother's wish to come true.

“Why did you stop suddenly? ”

It was a voice filled with grudges. It was known in the world that coincidence and eternity are one person, and the release was slow. He risked his life waiting for his next book, and coincidence and eternity sold a glimpse into the translation. I resented it - coincidences and forever.

“I see.”

She raises her head in the futile answer, he says.

“If it were any other choice, your brother would have read my writing. ”

Why did he make that choice? There were many reasons. I was greedy for the encouragement of Hyundai. Coins irritated me. I wanted to write more sophisticated. I wanted to write better. I took the time to draw out a better sentence. I have no regrets, but I keep thinking about her lies.

“They'll refuse to translate. I wouldn't meet Coin. I shouldn't have had coffee that day. What if eternity wasn't a coincidence? If I hadn't listened to you. What if I didn't want to go to the sea that day and write? ”

I made eye contact with her. I saw deep regret.

“I've been thinking. ”

I lay me awake without sleeping. I kept thinking about it at school, at home, at class, at rest, and when I was writing.

“But nothing's changed. ”

Nothing has changed. It's just today.

“So did I. ”

You hear a small voice.

“Nothing's changed. My brother died trying not to fulfill his dream. I did, actually. Failure is easier than success. And that he won't live long. ”

He asked again.

“Why did you lie? You're not just interrupting because you don't like me, are you? She didn't want to sell her brother and meet me. It's not because you want people to notice you. ”

She replied.

“My brother knew. ”

My brother knew.

“He won't get what he wants either. Failure is easier than success. I knew I wouldn't live long. So I came up with a plan. A plan to know the end before you die. ”

A plan. A scene was drawn in my head. My sister and sister talk. I won't live long. My sister said, probably. My brother replied, I have a plan. He explains the plan. It was a clever and bad joke.

She laughs.

“My brother is really smart. We put the plan into practice, and it just so happens. ”

He expected roughly what his sister would say next.

“You stopped it. ”

The girl who was polite and presentable stopped the plan. He tried to use his position to draw coincidence. I set a trap and waited to be caught. The bait was his body. She couldn't allow it.

“Yes.”

And then came the end. He died leaving behind only a plan that had not been implemented. He saw her. She was alone. She was the only one who could carry out her brother's plan.

A small pimple on the edge of her cheek caught my eye.

Nothing lasts forever (2) The end

lim Han-baek