Great Novelist

“I want to drink. Go and buy it.”

That's what he said. He was silent for a moment and opened his mouth.

“What are you asking me to do if I can't even get down from here? It falls apart when it's hard.”

“I'll let you know when I get in. ”

As the wind blows, snow begins to fall. A white snowflake slowly descends from the sky. It disappeared without a trace when it touched the water. The fingers of the river pointed down.

“Do you want me to die? ”

He smiles rashly. He pushed him away.

“Do you want to face the death of another? ”

The river shifts. He rises with ease and stands on a narrow ledge with his feet. Every time I shake my long hair, I shake my body as well. I swallowed a dry saliva.

“You don't have to look at me like that. I'll tell you plainly how to write something that will satisfy you. I know. ”

“· · · · · · · · What? ”

“You need to face it. ”

“What?”

“You. ”

He smiles. I don't like the look in his eyes.

“I'm not like him. Don't try to be me. ”

“Compare that to the past. ”

His voice was warm but dry. There was a big moon in the dark sky.

“You've changed. ”

“What's wrong with that? I became a great writer when I was a lousy homeless guy. People look at me and say I'm great. No more fools pretending to be talented enough to end up in one piece. It's called growth, isn't it? Growing up. I became an adult. ”

“Different.”

“It's no different. ”

“Then why can't I read your writing? ”

I frowned. I was nervous. The grip makes a sound.

“This has nothing to do with this. ”

“Why do you see a crow? ”

“We're talking about something else now. ”

“Why did you separate them? Why did you take the form of the Black Beast? Why can't you just accept that? Why can't you get your past out of your writing? ”

I turn my head. I sigh. The air trembled.

“I've known that since the raven went berserk. I should have gone to bed. ”

“You want to pretend you didn't. ”

It was impossible to keep his mouth shut. He slapped his cheek hard to wake up from his dream. I can't feel anything. This is not like the fantasy you created. The river is free. He sticks his finger in the chest. I felt mild pain.

“You deliberately speak ill of yourself. ”

I took his hand away nervously.

“I'm not happy when people tell me you're actually great. Because you can't admit it. ”

He confessed.

“Funny how great I am. I lived a stupid life. It turned out to be a write-proof compost. I didn't understand why I was so lucky. Addicts, homeless people, no money, no room. There's nowhere to lean, nowhere to stay. It smelled terrible. There are a lot of great people in the world. Why me? Why am I back? ”

The river shrugs.

“I don't know. ”

I felt feverish with my light-headed voice. I straightened my neck.

“You're under a lot of pressure as you get further away from the present and the past. What will you look like in the future? ”

“Why are you bringing this up? ”

“Interesting. What a coincidence. ”

“You gotta be kidding me. ”

“Why?”

“Stop asking! ”

I quickly covered my mouth. But the speech did not diminish.

“If you're dead, don't move! Do you have any idea how much writing has gone through my head? Do you have any idea how much trouble I'm in writing you? How's it going? How's it going? How's that? Shut up! I got this! ”

I don't see anything. I can't feel my feet. I don't know where I'm standing.

“You didn't know. Dead man's theme. You didn't even get it done. It's all a lie, isn't it? You didn't know what would happen if you died back then. ”

“You know. Because he's alive.”

He pauses. He looks at himself with hot eyes. I felt stronger than ever.

“You're dead. ”

“Damn it.”

“You can't touch anything. That's how you say it. ”

He kicks his tongue. My chest swelled big.

“This is my writing. ”

My breath is burning. My throat hurts. I swiped the hair covering my forehead. The moon is visible through a blurred vision. He was smiling.

“Are you done? ”

“We're not there yet. ”

“Arrogant.”

“I'm sorry."

“I like it. ”

A new voice came from behind my back. The moment I looked back, my body fell down. Eyes meet. His mouth moves. I heard the last word. I was shocked. You scream.

“What the hell. ”

This is the workshop. I can see the wheels turning. Mack loosens. Lies face up at the ceiling for a while.

“My back hurts. ”

I touched something in my hand. A pen that fell with you. A laughter poured out, said Kang Wool. Write your own. It's boring to listen and then slow to realize. A foolish human being.

“This was my writing. ”

I picked up the chair. I read the manuscript slowly. The void was noticeable. You always said it was your writing. I bite my lip. I move my hand. You draw a madman back from the dead.

"This is the final manuscript. ”

He raised his glasses. You organized the manuscript in a devout manner. His body trembles.

“Are you cold?”

“It's hot.”

The suppressed voice is full of excitement, just as he said.

“I want to do it right now. It should be read by people around the world. ”

He listened without saying anything. After a long commotion, Nam-Kyung tilted his head and asked.

“Usually it would have been time to say a few simple words. ”

“I don't know.”

“Don't you agree? As expected, this kind of result will also make you proud of coincidences? ”

With a smile, Nam-Kyung got up from his seat.

“I'll make it look like a book as soon as I can. This should keep the publisher busy again. ”

He suddenly stopped to leave the house and bowed and greeted.

“Thank you for letting me do this. ”

“Please take good care of it. ”

He carried the manuscript in his arms and went out the front door. He took a long breath and sat down. You make a phone call. The other person picks up quickly.

“Yes."

Hyundai replied with a bold voice.

“I did.”

You hear a slight twist from the other side.

“What about the manuscript?”

“I passed it on.”

“It's done. ”

“You have to trim it. ”

He asked where he was. He replied that it was a workshop.

“I thought it was a vacation home. ”

Somehow, when he finished this article, he thought he was writing in the villa.

“Imagine that.”

“Yes, there's no basis for that. In addition, I quickly went down to the vacation home and showed the teacher the manuscript. It's snowing. ”

“It's summer. ”

I hear laughter.

“Actually, it does. ”

“I'm exhausted. I can't move. ”

“I know your stamina. ”

“I'm disappointed to hear you say that. I had a hard time sticking together. It wasn't typical writing. ”

“You speak well. ”

He was silent for a long time. He waited calmly.

“The rainy season.”

Hyundai called his friend's name.

“Yes.”

“The Strength will no longer appear before you. ”

“· · · · · · Why? ”

“We're done here. ”

“I still have a pile of questions. ”

Hyundai said boldly.

“So did I. ”

I feel my strength in my hands. I can't believe you're just gonna push yourself into the dark and stand there.

“I'm going to force her to come. Whatever I want.”

“Did he ask you to do that? ”

“Yes, I said the same thing. He told me to write my own. I messed it up. The standards established by the author Kang, Order. They're all down. No matter what you say, they can't be bitten. ”

“I see. It's a mess. ”

His voice rings in my ears.

“I'll read it well. ”

You hang up the phone. You hold still for a moment, then exhale slowly. Silly laughter continued for a long time.

“Is it over?”

You mutter, looking down at your empty hand. I yawn. I lie on the couch. I felt like I was going to fall asleep.

“Writer Kang? ”

But he had a dream. It was a strange dream. I stared at the white mass in front of my eyes. The river was lying in a blanket. He doesn't say anything. There is no response. The white duvet covers your face.

“I've never seen a body before. ”

I remembered something that I had forgotten for a while. He hid it during the snowy season.

“Excuse me.”

Kang did not answer. The dust rises as I remove the cloth. I feel itchy in my nose. I sit next to him. The area is calm. Only you can make a sound.

“What is death? ”

He said he would tell me. I was scared. I closed my ears because I really thought I would answer. He asked for the corpse.

“Why is there death? ”

I reached out and lifted the cloth. He looks relaxed by himself. I felt stiff texture.

“I'm not gonna say anything. ”

Kang Wol said, he was still looking down on him. I asked why. Why don't you tell me?

“You know I'm dead. ”

It's still light. His dark hair is untidy. He was young. Early to die. Too bad.

“Jealous bastard. ”

In his laughter, he said in a reflective manner.

“I'm sorry."

“Act as if you've sinned more than you need to. Don't do that. There are no victims here. ”

“But.”

“If you don't accept that, you'll die. ”

He shuts up. He doesn't care.

“I didn't admit that I was sick. That was a long time ago. ”

“Don't say anything else. ”

“If you deny being an addict, you can't stop drinking. ”

The hand holding the cloth trembles.

“Instead of going back, you must face death again. ”

The river moves its hand. Rub your stomach. Terrified by stiff movements.

“I don't want to die. ”

“Me, too."

It's like a child. He soon said in an adult tone.

“Think about how you got lucky. ”

“I was going to write. ”

“I did.”

“I tried to sell myself and write. ”

“A shameful past. ”

“Yes, I tried to use it. ”

“Well done.”

His lips cracked. The air is dry. The drought has been swallowed.

“Is there no coincidence in this world? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“Your name is a coincidence, so maybe God gave you a chance. ”

“My name is no coincidence. ”

“Face to face brings death. You know.”

I was stabbed in the heart. I bowed my head and asked.

“What should I do? ”

From the moment I returned to the past, I lived with one anxiety in my heart. Something like a ticking time bomb was going deep. I could never be free.

“Will I die on the same day? ”

Crow Does Not Die (4) End

lim Han-baek