Great Novelist

The speaker smiled joyfully. I like the news of the rainy month without telling me the end.

“Is he still there? ”

She lowers her gaze slightly and mutters.

“So you can see. ”

“Yes.”

“Kang Wool is a really scary person to meet as a writer. ”

A strange sound came from the mouth of the speaker. But I could understand what she was saying.

“The feelings I felt when I was writing with you are still clear. What's he gonna say? I felt like I had more time. ”

He kept his mouth shut. The speaker notices her feelings sensitively and says:

“Strange to be the first to die, isn't it? ”

“A little.”

“If you think about it now, you're pulling on it. ”

The speaker looked at her later and asked.

“Would it make you nervous to say something like this to the same genius? ”

“I'm fine. ”

“Yes. You're different. But there's a resemblance. I vaguely expected this day to come. ”

“I never thought a day like this would come. ”

“I'm looking forward to it. ”

“Yes · · · · · · · ·.

“The story that I couldn't write either came to you. ”

She laughs. She can't take her eyes off it. I've never seen such a hoarse. I felt like I was betting a battle. I meant it.

“I'm here because I want to know what life looks like. ”

“Yes, ask. I'll tell you anything you can answer. ”

With the permission of the scribe, he nodded. I grabbed any of the unorganized sentences in my head and spit them out.

“The writer Kang Wool was suffering from an ailment. ”

“You can't write? ”

“Yes.”

“But it's a good thing, right? ”

“Did Writer Kang Wool suffer when he wrote the last one? ”

Her breasts widened and then turned off again. Her breathing was heavy.

“I don't know.”

Surprisingly, a vague answer came back.

“When I first knew the existence of the writing, he wasn't doing anything he wanted. I felt the fear of the disease on my skin. Sickness drives people into pain. Sometimes I'd get a sentence he'd call out, but every time I'd ask for an ending. ”

Her mouth moves slightly awkward. It's because it's been a long time since I brought it up. I noticed a rusty ornament behind her. It seemed antique.

“At that time, I liked the river that didn't inform me of the end. Sounds like a promise not to die until I write this. ”

I did not avoid her eyes.

“What was Kang, the writer, thinking about death? ”

“I don't know what he's thinking. He seems to be thinking about his own life and death. ”

“Were you scared?”

“A little bit. I didn't pay for it. ”

“Was he desperate?”

“There must have been moments. I would have accepted.”

“When I die? ”

“I went comfortably. ”

I think of my last. Death is a confident subject.

“Did Kang Wool not know when he would die? ”

“That's a strange question. Everyone doesn't know when they're going to die. ”

“You didn't even notice? ”

“I think so. because I was really passionate about writing it. He was a confident person, but he was much more so when he wrote it. I think the writing I love the most will be born. ”

“Love.”

“Yes."

I couldn't complete the article. He empowered his fist.

“I don't want to die. ”

The speaker smiled small. Her eyes are deeply closed. His voice about the river was calm all the time.

“He was not interested in the afterlife. Focused on the present rather than the future. I always run away when I bring up a subject like that. You said you'd find out when you die. Thanks to you, I've been talking to Hyundai a lot. ”

The speaker asked with a tone of speech to test something.

“Do you believe in the soul? ”

“Soul?”

Interesting subject. He held hands. The speaker was casually watching her reactions.

“What would you do if I saw his soul? Are you gonna tell me you saw something? ”

“You will. ”

“That's quick. ”

“It's obvious which one is more helpful for writing. I believe you. Tell me more. ”

“It's not a very glamorous story. But I'd like to talk to you if you'd listen. It was beautiful enough to show off. ”

This concludes the premise of the conversation. The speaker will only tell the truth. He leans forward. The soul of the river. There was no conversation topic as coveted as the same writer. The speaker whispers. The shadows fade. The clouds covered the sun.

“The moment he dies, smoke rises. ”

“Acting.”

“There was no scent, no humidifier, but the clean, white smoke clumped together like clouds and passed between me and the string. It was the size of my fist. I knew exactly what it was. I think that was the last goodbye. ”

Her eyes gleam with intelligence. I miss myself, too. I was really jealous of her.

“What did he want? ”

The speaker laughed loudly as if she had heard a funny sound.

“What does the cloud want? It's just drifting. ”

In my head, I had a conversation with the scribe of Kang Yul. I can feel it gradually. Maybe this is what he was trying to write. Maybe this is how the protagonist and client end up. I greeted him with a slight daze.

“Thank you."

“Come back if you have any questions. ”

He left her room with one last question.

“Did you say something? ”

“Later.”

“Hey, hey. ”

I ran to the workshop with Junsu. The first thing I did was to open the door and catch the manuscript. I accidentally wrote the letter until it was too late.

“He's asleep.”

I whispered as I breathed. This is a dream. I just took a step back thinking about what I was writing a while ago. It was a place where the winter sea was laid open. The wind is fierce.I can't feel the cold. There, I found the river with my head blown off.

“What are you doing? ”

He said without looking back.

“Conceptualizing. ”

He felt a little funny saying that about the dead.

“No idea. ”

“How can I make trouble for you? ”

“Please take care of that. ”

“Don't tell me the ending. ”

The voice of the river was full of pranks.

“I won't see you again if you bring me a boring talk. ”

“Why isn't it fun? It's from a story you didn't write. ”

“Because I'm done writing. ”

My eyes are wide open. He was embarrassed.

“What do you mean you're done? ”

“and buried it in the ground. ”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Maybe it's gone to the dirt now. ”

“Is that true? ”

Kang Wol turns around and looks at his face. I grabbed the boat and started laughing.

“Go dig in the cabbage patch. ”

I started to understand how Hyundai felt about the giggling posture. He was a little disappointed. Kang Wall sat on the floor and complained that his butt would fall off.

“Then you can go inside. ”

“I'm here for a reason. ”

“What's that? ”

“To get some fresh air. ”

That's why it's nothing. He sighed and went to his side.

“I've come to see the teacher today. ”

There was no reaction to Kang Wool. I was just looking at the sea.

“He said he saw your soul. ”

“Oh.”

Every dry handset, he looked at him. Fun was flowing out.

“That's me. ”

Kang said before saying anything.

“I definitely said my last goodbye. ”

“Do you know what you looked like to me? ”

The river turns its head. The eyes were shining sharply. He asked again.

“Do you know what your soul was shaped like? ”

“You're a good thruster. ”

“Is that a compliment? ”

“What do you think?”

The voice of the first I heard came from the mouth of the river shortly after.

“I don't know.”

He swoops in when he opens his mouth.

“You want to hear it? I'm gonna grab something and open my mouth. ”

“You really don't know, do you? ”

“Why do you think that is? ”

“Because you're dead. ”

Kang Wol smiled rashly.

“Arrogant.”

“I'm sorry."

“I like it. ”

He lies barefoot on the sandy sands of the blade. The wave draws closer and closer as it swallows his feet. He warned him, but didn't pretend to hear it. If you go into the sea in this weather, it won't be weird if you die of a heart attack twice.

“Yes, that's right. ”

Kang Eul confessed.

“I don't know what I saw in her eyes. I lost my chance to see my soul. Too bad.”

Kangwon knew he was going to die soon. I knew what it felt like to eat.

“Is that why you wrote? ”

“I wrote it in a hurry. ”

“But you didn't finish it. ”

“That was me. ”

His hair is in disarray.

“I was the one whose story wasn't finished. I'm free. I can draw any ending with my own hands. You can experience it. Life is long, and the last one is really not fun. ”

He recalled a faint possibility.

“By any chance.”

“Do you think I'm an incomplete schmuck in a week? ”

Kang Wol supported his head with both hands. My fingertips are turning white.

“Well, I didn't know the world was going to fall behind in a week. Man, I still feel like I'm suffocating at the time. I still can't sleep at night because my body remembers that feeling. ”

“Do you sleep at night? ”

“I'm a person, too, but I have to sleep. ”

I didn't know where I was going with this. The upward sigh soon turned into a smile.

“Mr. Hyundo didn't sleep well either. ”

“He had an over-sensitive angle. ”

Silence passes. The sound of the waves is heard from a distance. I looked down at him quietly.

“The protagonist will kill the client. ”

“It's a dark choice. ”

Kang Wool asked without changing his face.

“Why?”

“He needs to see the soul. I'm going to make sure that I did something that I can't undo. People who are foolish only realize it. ”

I was confident while talking to the speaker. I told her before I left the room. I examined his reaction. There must be a reason why the river took his morality from him.

“I'm going back to my mouth. ”

“Mouth?”

He shifts his chin and says: He was frightened to see his feet wet in the sea.

“No matter how dead you are, are you okay? ”

“It's not okay. Didn't you hear me? I'm trying to get my mouth back. ”

“Then get up quickly. ”

Kang Wong stood on his wet feet because he could not overcome the sacredness. He looked up at the sky and said,

“Is it time already? I didn't know I was excited. It worked. ”

“Is that so?”

“Is it because you died once? ”

Suddenly, the area is covered in darkness. It was night. There was a big moon in the sky.

“Is it cold in the water? ”

He replied very late.

“It was freezing to death. ”

The river shed a dry smile.

The End of the Wind Spirit (1)

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