Life, Once Again!

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A room that is so familiar that even if you close your eyes, you can still picture its shape. But today, it was a strange room. I raised my hand to feel the ground. Seamless, yet tap to enter. After holding up your fingernails and pressing down the ledge several times, the floor sighs.

“Was it... a dream? Or……. ”

Last night, the floor saw two women. She was a mother walking among people with her hands together. Watching him from behind, the floor suppressed the rushing sadness and approached them. The two of them looked at themselves surprised and hugged each other without saying anything. It was warm, soft and cozy. One or two tears fell from the mother's eyes. Every time the droplets gathered and fell into a single lump hit the floor's shoulders and chest, there was a heavy impact that seemed to be struck by a hammer. I almost heard a screaming cry from my stuttering mouth, but the floor instinctively felt this time was coming to an end, so I brought out what I needed to say instead of crying.

It was like the care of that woman, in the white suit, who might be an angel, or even a demon. The floor says to itself, "Be healthy.” I was lucky to be able to tell you. ”

The wife and daughter I saw in my dream did not look so gaunt. If she looked sick and thirsty, it would have been horrible. After six months, she felt a little taller. Maybe not. I didn't have time to get a good look at it. However, it was clear that the little girl who was not crying from her neck had matured through her death. That was really fortunate. The floor was relieved to think that it had become a platform rather than pain.

My wife... was foolishly wearing a cheap wedding ring. Except for that. I'm meeting a guy. Forty-five, wife of the same age, but she was still invited. I felt sorry for how a beautiful woman like me suffered to meet a human like me.

I raised my body and touched the eye area with my hands touching the floor. I feel something awkward. If you look in the mirror in the bathroom, it's okay.

‘But... I'm glad I met you.' ’

She may forget that she saw herself in a dream as soon as she woke up from it. Dreams usually are, aren't they? The moment your eyelids go up even if you're alive, you fade like a lie.

I didn't want the floor to be memorable. Wouldn't it be a big deal if the sorrow that I worked so hard brought back to life?

I only want one thing.

I meet a good man, meet a good father, and live a life without envy.

But on the one hand,

I am confident that I will ask you not to forget me. I also wanted to be something that would never be forgotten like a deep nail in the memory of those two people.

That's too selfish.

Cruel.

The floor took a shower. I let go of thoughts that soared in the flowing water. A face with wet hair adheres to the mirror. Then it makes sense that the world is fragmented and that there is no longer a single page there.

“But you still have an amazing life insurance policy, right? ”

The young man in the mirror cried and said so.

* * *

Dojin decided not to talk to the floor today. It felt a bit different than usual, so it was hard to even say hello. Is there something going on at home? I tried to ask for courage several times, but every time I looked into the eyes of the dark floor, my lips couldn't fall off, and I just sprayed.

“...... Is something wrong? ”

“I'm sure.”

The crowd is restless and asks what to do. There was no way to do it, so I just shook my head. The peaceful one sighed like he was about to go through the floor, so he was really crazy and jumpy as a friend next to him.

It was then.

At the end of the first minute, I could see the way out the back door. I look at the face of the floor on the way out.

Robbery. I didn't like him because he was playing daily. Dojin looked at his past from the ground up. A childish man who bullies children. Recently, I haven't been able to look at it lightly and fit in with the kids, but I wasn't close.

‘Why him? ’

It was unusual to frown at the flowing floor. Are they trying to pick a fight? Unlike Dojin's worry, I left the classroom without saying anything.

“What's going on?" ”

The public is worried. This good friend has already forgotten that the child who was torturing him. Does a rounded body have a rounded heart? Well, that's the appeal of the public.

It was when the two of them were looking at the floor.

I came out with a paper cup in my hand. It looks like it came from a first-floor vending machine. But there are two cups. I stopped behind the floor. I put the cup down next to the floor, staring only at the front, while mumbling as if I didn't like it.

“Show your face, asshole. And…… damn. No.”

Then he returns to his seat.

What a tremor. Did you just console him? I stare at the glass on the floor. Then he smiles and says thank you.

“Were you two close? ”

“I don't know.”

Dojin shifted between the floor and the floor.

“What is it?”

* * *

The floor looked up while drinking cold peach tea. Why? We've been exchanging greetings lately, but I didn't care so much.

“Are you feeling better? I've been meaning to ask you, but I don't know how to talk. What's going on at home? ”

Dojin speaks.

It was such a mess that I hesitated for no roughness. The floor lowers the cup and sees the mirror right behind it.

‘Worry. ’

The young man's face is full of water. You sweep the floor with your palm. Last night's horror, the aftermath remained. It was a morning I thought I was relieved, but I guess I wasn't so cool.

“I had a dream. ”

I told Dojin and the others that I was worried.

“Did you have a nightmare? Or your daughter getting hit by a mother? ”

“No. A very good dream. ”

“What's the matter with you? ”

“I was so happy...... that I didn't want to wake up. ”

What would have happened if he was alive?

Suddenly, I felt anxious about restarting like this.

‘This huge trunk of life has not changed. ’

In 2002 there was the World Cup, and before that there was the IMF. What happened after that was a big difference?

I thought it wasn't the floor. I can't shake the feeling that a huge irresistible stream lies beneath the feet of humans.

What if the lump of iron that came through the bus window that day was part of the flow? Is it possible for an individual to deny its history?

‘No, there's something more important than that. ’

I've been looking forward to meeting you ever since I saw you in my dreams. It's the wife and daughter. She believed that she would be able to meet him naturally over time. Because if you marry your wife and make love to her, she's a little angel who will come to you with the fruit.

But what about the wife?

A wife who lives at the same time.

What do I do to meet her?

‘Destiny...... If you live a different life from your previous life, what would your meeting with your wife be like? ’

One railroad in a straight line. Running on it brings you to the stations you don't like or like.

But life is not just one railroad. There's another one next to it. No, I've been able to build so many railroads myself.

In that case.

Out of all these tracks, what are the chances of meeting her?

I think of a railroad rusted in the floor's head and covered in blood. If you go up there, you will repeat the same life. That means you can meet her again.

Where did I meet my wife? ’

Let's figure it out.

I have to think.

Bang, the floor hit the desk with his fist. It's a rowdy classroom, so the sound doesn't reach the rebels. However, Dojin and his opponent, who were watching the floor, began to look at the look on the floor with their eyes wide open.

“I can't... remember. ”

“Come on, Maruya. What's the matter?"

“One drink.”

I could hear the voices of my two friends, but the meaning was not conveyed. The floor concentrates while blocking all the sounds coming from the outside.

‘Till yesterday…… until morning……. ’

All the other memories are gone.

I was relieved in the fading memories because my wife and daughter were still there. It's not perfect, but if you concentrate and think about it, you can still draw shapes.

By the way.

Nothing comes to mind now.

Suddenly, I thought of a white formal woman.

Saying that today is the last meeting.

Did he mean this?

‘No, she said it clearly. My wife will recognize me. ’

I will not lie because I am the representative of God. That is, I can't remember, but I can recognize it when I meet him.

“Should we meet? ”

“The floor.”

“Oh, come on. ”

The floor raises its hand and covers the mouths of two friends.

It's a rebirth. Red blood at the end of the tracks.

‘Daughter… her age……. ’

It doesn't come to mind.

Marriage? ’

Likewise.

‘…… where is your first date? ’

It's white.

‘My wife's name is……. ’

is a space.

The railroads unfolding before you disappear one by one. A lot of diversity is dying, and all that's left is the path I've already run once.

A way to know the end.

And...

A way to see my wife.

“Haah.”

God is fair.

So cruel.

The floor squeezes its fingers between the hair and grabs firmly.

No pain, no memory.

* * *

I stared at the floor while drinking tea. Suddenly, I stared at him for no reason. What's going on?

'Damn.'

I'm bothered.How did he help me?

Of course, thank you. Thank you very much, but as awkward as the opponent is.

Plus...

I've never said thank you to a friend in my life, so I might have to hurry. Crazy and crazy.

'Later. If he seems sane then.'

At the very least, it was for later.

* * *

Myrtle looked at Yurim with his arms crossed next to him. A cute girl with really good brown hair. A thankful child who approached me when she was in trouble. Nowadays, I felt like I was going to school to see Yoorim.

Yurim and I are deciding where to go to play tomorrow, and my phone cried. It was my brother.

"Who's there?"

"Brother."

He replies blankly. He is no longer an idol. A weirdo who doesn't even comfort me. Now that I have Yurim, it's okay.

"Uh, brother."

- Nice voice, how are you?

"I'm fine. What about you?"

How was the play, by the way?

"Theatre? Didn't I tell you last time? I won the college play. Winning is easy because you're sober. It's like studying."

So, you told your dad?

"No. We'll see about that."

- Why don't you talk fast?

"I'm watching. You'd be in trouble if you told me."

- Of course he's gonna be pissed, but aren't you excited about that and then he went to the police station?

"I don't know. I got this. You mind your own business. Since when did you take it? And don't worry, you'll be better than your brother soon."

Was that the last thing you said?

Recent stones suddenly reminded me of my older brother who used to eat ramen alone because he was stuck in a corner before.

Yeah, that's what he was like.

Other than that, I think there was a reason I considered my brother important, but I don't think of him now.

"Rooftone, blue light."

"Er, brother. I'm hanging up."

Lee Seok hung up his phone and looked at Yurim. A child who understands me best and correctly assesses everything about me. I'm not sure how lucky I am to have this girl with the right eyes.

"Yurim."

"Huh?"

"How was my acting yesterday?"

Recent stones stared at Yurim. Yurim smiled brightly and said:

"Excellent."

The best.

It's a heartbreaking horse. It's been a long time since I've received a compliment like this. Laughs and clears my head.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're the best. More than others."

"Oh, that can't be right."

"No."

It was an arm-wrestling rainforest. Root stone pulls Yurim to the side with strength.

When I am with Yurim, I am not nervous.

It continues to tell us that the human being, called Hong Geun-suk, is worthy.

He whispers that he is not meaningless and that he is doing too well.

Myeoseok couldn't be more comfortable next to Yurim.

"You're so cool."

I am intoxicated by sweet words.

Geum-Seok moved to a place to go on a date with Yurim, thinking he needs to work harder to keep listening to this compliment.

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30 days.

Two days left.

I hope you haven't had too much to drink since the end of the year.

And...

Above all.

Choo-choo, choo-choo, recommendation...

It was a murmur demanding a holiday gift from a shy writer.