Great Novelist

His brother had leukemia, a type of leukemia that often preceded him with other words. Chronic or acute; lymphoid or myeloid. A child or an adult. It's a dizzy word to hear. She secretly shared her brother's illness on a very simple and clear basis. Saints

The honorarium. The high and the low.

Unfortunately, he was on the low side. I was unlucky, and the reason my brother had it on the lower side was because a new anticancer drug came out about 10 years ago. Gleevec has increased survival and reversed chronic leukemia. Treatment made by a Swiss pharmaceutical company

The sickness he had fell from the sickness of hope to the sickness he did not.

She thought, "If my brother had been born about 10 years ago and got sick, he would have lived every day more hopefully than he does now." That should buy us another year.

After her brother died, she kept thinking of useless fiction like that. Then I met my brother's plans and wishes.

“I told her to call the publisher. Let's say your dying brother wants to know the end. You should look as pitiful as possible. Urgently, if we run out of time, we can succeed. ”

She refused.

“I couldn't stand it. He said," No way. "”

My brother was disappointed. He was angry and scolded. But at the end of the day, I almost slept. The younger brother was always tired. I couldn't read the coincidence and the book of eternity I loved so much. Everything weakened, so I couldn't brush my teeth, poop, or hold my breath.

“So I had to read it to her every day. He didn't like to be called a traitor in the language of God. ”

A traitor to animals. He was a hero who saved people at the same time. He liked the traitor.

“He always imagined the end. Circle will meet God, and God will listen to what he wants. ”

She looks at the coincidence sitting in front of her.

“I didn't care what happened. ”

“Yes."

“But after he died, it was different. ”

“How?”

“I regret it.”

So I called. I wanted to give him what he wanted. I thought I'd be able to escape my regret once I did.

“How about now? ”

“I regret it.”

The action you did to defeat the regrets brings yet another regret. He laughs. She doesn't look away from him.

“If I'd known you could forgive me so easily, I would have called with my brother. I can't believe I'm actually meeting you. If I hadn't stopped him, he would have gotten what he wanted. ”

She said small.

“My brother would have lived another year just because he met eternity. ”

He took a sip of coffee. The taste was bitter in my mouth. After a brief hesitation, she reveals a story about the language of the gods.

“Four of you are going to see God. Each of you has something to do with God. ”

“Yes.”

“I want to know why Po died. ”

“Yes.”

“Why do you think you're dying? ”

Four people take a trip. It is a journey to meet God. Each of them had a goal. Among them was the man who questioned why he was sick and dying. If there is a death penalty, the infant must not die. If death is a blessing, you should not be so afraid. Po...

I went to God to find the answer.

He opened his mouth slowly, recalling the manuscript he had written.

“The lifespan of God is 300 years. ”

“Yes?”

Suddenly, she was embarrassed.

“God. His life span is 300 years. ”

“Is that about the book? ”

“Yes.”

She glances at you. The rose was not shaking. He is talking about the contents of a book that has not yet been published.

“Can I say this? ”

“You asked me to tell you the end, and now you're here? ”

“But it was a lie. ”

"I'm fine.”

He said peacefully. She rolls her eyes for a moment.

“What do you mean by 300 years of God's life? ”

“Up to 300 years of life and death. ”

“· · · · · · Then it's not God, right? ”

“Not according to what it looks like. ”

The longevity of the gods they will meet is 300 years. There is no God with a lifetime. But they call him God. She is confused by the fuzzy definition of God. He was a horse.

“Actually, he's a god, and it doesn't matter unless he's a god. ”

“Doesn't matter? ”

“Yes.”

“Isn't that the most important thing? ”

I shaken my head.

“The most important thing is that they traveled, and I wrote that story safely. ”

Her brow frowns.

“But what about the end? ”

What was the end of her brother's longing to hear?

“Novels are people's stories after all. So is the language of God. ”

Written representation of a person's life He asked.

“What do you think is the end of life? ”

“Death.”

She said small but decisive.

“Why?”

“His life was over in that moment. I've seen it. Death is the surest ending I've ever had. ”

“You're mistaken.”

She was embarrassed.

“Yes?”

“You've never experienced death, have you? ”

She didn't answer. What she's going through is the death of someone else, to be exact. Nothing is as unknown as death itself.

“Most of what we think is certain is ambiguous. So in the novel, sometimes there's a vague, futile ending to the life of the reader. Most people end up with a real person. Well, there's certainly a lack of skills. ”

He didn't think it was a bad thing.

“You know we're going to die, and yet you live. ”

I sometimes forget the end is coming. I don't want you to forget. Maybe it's not as important as I thought.

“· · · · · · So, that's how God's language ends? ”

There is a small gesture in her voice that is still unacceptable.

“I don't know.”

“· · · · · · · Don't know? ”

“I haven't used it yet. If he'd called while he was alive, he could have done what he wanted. Actually, that's wrong. ”

He said confidently.

“I wouldn't have been able to give my brother the right ending. ”

“That.”

“In the end, nothing changes. ”

I met her in the eye. You rumble. There is a secret relief in it.

“I can't admit it. ”

She speaks loudly, hiding a secret relief. She's wandering around. I make prank phone calls, obsessed with the trail my brother left. And I can't completely ignore his death. Her end was also quite vague.

“I can't admit it. ”

What can I say to such a vague woman? I'm just gonna ignore it. I'm gonna force it. Or should I console him? There was no answer, so he put his specialty into his mouth.

“Then you try it. ”

The eyes move anxiously. He was a horse instead of confirming to her that he was not angry.

“You want out of regret, don't you? You can do anything for it. Incidentally enough. ”

The guilt of not granting her brother's wish was holding her back. She was doing her best to get out of there. Because she's alive and she has to live. She was wise. Don't fall too far into grief. Do not cry too much.

“Here's the answer I can give you. Write something. ”

The novelist himself was a way to help her.

“There are no restrictions on writing. Space and time can travel freely. You can even meet your brother on paper. ”

“· · · · · · What do you want me to do? ”

“We can do anything. It's also possible to tell you about what happened today. ”

“It's not real. ”

“That's what it looks like. ”

She glances at him, not forcefully.

“Isn't this better than a prank call? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I personally thought it was a much safer lie.

“Well, choice is free. ”

She didn't answer to the end. It's not real. It's not real. She thinks. She ponders. What choices are for you? What choice will save you? I desperately thought about it.

White skin and long hair. One pimple on the cheek. She was fighting. He took out his notebook from his arms. I wrote down the numbers.

“Do you want this? ”

“What is it?”

“My number. ”

There must be my side in the battlefield. If you turn your head a little, there is someone fighting with you. When you think you're going to lose, you can ask for help. I'm in a tight spot.

“What if I spread it? ”

“I'll ring a bell. ”

She looks straight at him. When I live in a hospital, I don't see such a peaceful face. Everyone was being chased by something. Time, death, end, pain.

She knows what the person who accepted death looks like. Your brother is at peace. He looks so relaxed that the world is sleepy. Only the people holding her were nervous and anxious. I felt like I didn't have time. When he was far from death, he had the same face.

There was.

“He looks a little like my brother. ”

“Is that so?"

“Yes, like you're not afraid of death. ”

He smiled a little without saying anything. After that, I didn't say much. When she left the cafe and split up, she bowed her head again and offered her an apple.

“It's okay.”

Roses and Australasia said so. I put her in a cab and left her with a rose. Rose said she had to go back to the publisher. He looked at the direction she had left for a moment.

“I think the manuscript will soon be completed. ”

“Good news. Where were we?”

He remembers the manuscript he left behind. It was an unfinished manuscript. Not yet.

“I'm going to go write it now. ”

Rose asked him.

“Tales of God's life span of 300 years? ”

“No.”

The lifespan of God was not the center of what he was writing. So is the existence of God. I remembered the sea that I had been to a while ago. There was a small grain of sand, and the waters of the sea had traveled far away.

“Nothing lasts forever. ”

That was the story he wanted to write. It was a story I was writing. Four people took a trip. It is a journey to meet God. They didn't know each other, they didn't understand each other, they didn't have good feelings. I just left with the same goal. many

I meet people, travel in multiple languages They've seen a lot, they've been through a lot. At the end, there were four people who had changed. God appears in front of you to announce the end of their journey.

The rose reminds me of a girl I just met. The little sister was killed. The girl confidently explained her brother's death, but was confused. You still look sad. The young writer said. Nothing lasts forever. Rose smiled.

“I look forward to it. ”

The girl will get through this. Nothing lasts forever.

Nothing lasts forever (3) The End

lim Han-baek