Life, Once Again!

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“So... what's the end? ”

She wanted Hannah to explain the situation. I liked being dragged into a nearby raw fruit juice shop. Kiwi juice was also delicious. However, I asked with a thin face because the most important problem had not yet been solved.

“Well, in a word. ”

“In other words?"

“Dating?”

“Yes?”

“You and him. Haha, hahaha, heh... Don't look at me like that. I'm still your tanker. ”

She glanced at Hannah, who was slightly avoiding her gaze, once more, and then saw the floor sitting next to her. I drink mango juice ordered with a calm expression. I smiled as soon as I met him, but I couldn't help but laugh.

“Did you ask for this? ”

“No, Hannah started it. ”

“Sis! You didn't tell me about the device on the date. ”

Then Hannah rubs her index finger and says,

“Well... if it's a date, you won't come out. ”

“Of course.”

“So I kept it a secret. Surprise, surprise. ”

She rolls her left hand as hard as she can. Hannah blinked and avoided her gaze again. I used to think she was really cool.

‘I'm not very good at visions from that CD. ’

CDs stored in the prestigious theater room also contain Hannah's smoke. In the video, Hannah digested the Faust role of dealing with the Devil. How many times have I played that video? But the vision didn't last long. I broke the first one.

“Poor brother. ”

“This one.”

It was Hannah's sister, smiling in her mouth. It's such a shame to think of that decent brother who will be seduced by her.

“In conclusion, you two have fun together. ”

Then Hannah pulled out two tickets. Tickets to the play to the university. It was a fairly famous theater.

“Wow.”

She swiftly snatched a ticket. There was a time when I said I wanted to see this play. I think he remembered. Seeing Hannah wink at one eye.

“You gave me a cake for my birthday. in return.”

“Ah.”

“So!”

Hannah got up early.

“I'm going! ”

She was Hannah's sister who was walking to the entrance of the store without saying good-bye. She reached out to catch the frozen arm, but was Hannah's older sister who slipped away with a quick gesture.

“Sister!"

I tried, but it's already gone. I followed him out the distance, but I didn't see where he had gone so soon. It's fast.

I sighed deeply and looked inside the store.

“That's... that's him, too. ”

I can see the floor drinking the drink with a straw like Namil. I smile again when my eyes meet. Is that a good smile? At first glance, it's more of a look on your face than a smile.

I went into the store and sat down. The floor looks this way. Instead, she was ashamed of her honest gaze.

“What are you going to do now? ”

“You got a ticket. ”

“Yes.”

“You want to see?”

“…… You often hear that you're not embarrassed, right? ”

“I don't know.”

“Ha.”

Based on the ticket date, it was today. It is also time to go to Burya Buria Hyehwa station from now on. The clock in the shop was running toward 11 o'clock.

“We can get there and go in after lunch. ”

When did it arrive? The floor across the street was looking down at the ticket. I was surprised and stared at his face.

“Let's go. We're going to be late. ”

He reaches out and grabs his wrist. What? What? Gently pulls up the Pokémon. The touch is so natural that it feels like it's been like this for a long time. She stands dumbfounded and sees the back of the floor dragging her.

‘Why... is it familiar?' ’

A little bigger for a high school student. I am familiar with the back and shoulders that will become bigger when I graduate and become more male. She reaches out, feeling a strange tenderness. And each time I walked, I put my hands slightly on his shoulders, which were slightly swollen.

At that moment, the feeling of clothes coming up on the palm of her hand awakened her mind. What did I just do? I quickly lowered my hand and put it on the side of my pants. It's a little confusing. What was that?

“Did you bury something? ”

“Huh, huh? Oh, I think it's dusty. ”

“Did you tell him? Thank you."

“Thank you... … for what. ”

She lays her eyes slightly down and puffs her mouth like a frog. Why did he reach out? She shakes her head as she heavily considers it to be nothing.

“Wait. Why are you holding hands like it's natural?" ”

I was embarrassed and forgot. The hand holding the wrist was holding the hand. A little clumsy. She hurriedly pulls out her hand and squeezes out her lower lip, looking up at the floor.

“No? ”

“Do you think it's normal to hold hands with someone you've never met? ”

“This is the third time we've done this. ”

“…… but that's also true. ”

“Okay. I won't hold your hand. Instead, the play is shared. I gave you one, you give me one, right? ”

“What?"

“Or should I hold hands again? ”

The ledge is a slippery hand. She was absurd.

“Look! You'll see. It's ridiculous. ”

“Then I'd better hurry. If we lose the bus and the train, we won't be able to eat. ”

“Huh? Yeah. ”

She turns her wrist over and looks at the clock. At that moment, it was a floor that grabbed my wrist just fine again. And she was the only one who didn't feel uncomfortable even for a short time.

I would have walked away if I hadn't been conscious.

“Oh, sorry. I decided not to. ”

This time, the floor was placed first. And I've apologized quite politely. What is it? I can be stubborn, but it's quite worn.

She looks down at her right wrist.

There was still body temperature on the floor.

‘…… What the hell? ’

The moment she realized she didn't hate the warmth, she thought to herself,

* * *

Coming out of Exit 2 of Hyehwa Station, she suddenly shrugs in a cold breeze. It's definitely December. I didn't know I was on the subway, but I can feel the heat coming out of me.

“It's a little cold……. ”

A shadow rises in front of you, terrified of the words falling. I'm looking up at the floor. Suddenly, I reach my arms out to this side. As I took a step back, something soft was wrapped around my neck.

“Cold. Across. ”

“…… Huh. ”

It was the scarf that the floor was doing. A soft, fuzzy scarf. She snorts a little, sniffing her nose. It smells good if I just washed it.

“Should we go that way? ”

The floor points to a pasta house across the street.

“Over there?”

An old-fashioned sign on the outside of a log. Everyone who goes there is also a college student or older. It looked expensive in a word.

“Come on. You love pizza with little toppings on creamy pasta. ”

That was the floor I was walking on.

She thinks to herself, "She likes it quite a bit, but she flinches and stops."

“How did you know that? I like cream pasta. ”

“... that's what Hannah heard. ”

She saw a moment of embarrassment on her flat face. I feel like I'm lying.

“Really?"

Above all, I don't remember saying that to Hannah. She was always the one who wanted to eat her favorite stew.

“…… just go. Usually girls like that. Cream or something pure. ”

“That's true. That's suspicious.”

“I punched him. ”

A face that is calming again. Did you really just shoot that? Or do you have a friend who secretly shares my information with him? I remembered a couple of motivators who talked about dating a boyfriend next to me. Maybe they were talking to Hannah.

“It's colder than that. Let's go inside.”

It was a floor that grabbed my wrist naturally again. She spills a hot smile and doesn't spread her hands. It was a wonderful heart for me anyway.

* * *

She was the one who took out the food in a flash. The floor smiles inside. One meal remains unchanged even then and now. She always ate well. I ate and came up on stage with that power.

‘That reminds me. ’

Do memories recall memories? I vaguely recalled her anecdotes. It's all about smiling together. Even though it's not clear, just confirming that the memories with her are still in my head and chest, I feel comfortable on the floor.

“You smile so well. ”

Sitting in front of her, she tilts her head.

Of course. You're right in front of me.

The floor swallowed it up and said it was just a good laugh.

‘I think we're good here. ’

Her favorite perfume, her favorite scarf, her favorite food. I have prepared as many memories as I can. I was confident I would create a situation where I would unravel what I had prepared. I've met a lot of women in my past life, even before I married my wife.

“Hmph, Hmph. Hmph.”

I sing a nostril to see if I feel good.

Ah, I haven't heard a snort in a long time. Her eyes closed, her head slightly tilted back, and her excitement, snoring, makes her feel better just watching.

I listened to my nostrils without saying anything for a moment. That's the melody we sang when we first met. Whether she's sad or happy, she sings that nostril.

- It's a sad, happy song.

I remembered.

That's what she said.

Her face was...... stained with tears when she said that.

“Ah!”

Her eyes flash and her head bows as if she were ashamed.

“Why didn't you tell me? ”

“What?”

“People are staring. ”

Indeed. I can see some people smiling and looking this way. A nostalgic song that resonates in a restaurant with a quiet classic. It was enough to focus attention.

“You don't have to interrupt good music. ”

“No… sigh. Let's not talk.”

“I heard you. That was a great song. ”

“… even with compliments, nothing comes out. ”

“I already heard the song. I don't care. ”

The floor stands up first and pulls her chair back slightly.

“Have you been here a lot? ”

“Well, no. ”

It's the first time in my life, so I'm not lying. I used to hang out with her. Dating has always been a pasta house. At that moment, so many memories rushed in at once that I became dizzy. She clutches her head and stumbles, holding it with a surprised face.

“Well, what the hell. Are you okay? ”

“It's nothing. I just lost my foot. ”

“What? You scared me. ”

She was relieved.

My memory turned white again. It seems that I can only recall brief memories from time to time, but I don't think my entire life's memories will come back.

I walked to the counter with my own bill, not in a formal place. The woman in the waiter's clothing asked if the meal was okay in a polite manner.

“It was delicious. I'll come back another time. ”

She answers for me.

Flooring held out a debit card. After completing the payment and turning to get the receipt, she swiftly grabs the receipt like a swallow.

“… 80,000 won? ”

“Why?”

“Pasta, pizza and a little bit of soda. ”

“I want it to be delicious. ”

“No, but…. ”

At this age, 80,000 won is a very expensive price. She pauses at the entrance and quickly pulls out her little purse. Then I swallowed a needle and pulled out four ten-dollar dogs from my wallet.

“Here, here! ”

I don't know, it's money. Probably the placenta of allowance. Once the floor refuses, she just says, "Take it." Eventually, the floor received 40,000 won.

“If I'd known it was this expensive, I never would have come in. ”

She shakes her head. The floor watches her leaving the store for a moment, then goes to the counter alone.

“Can I borrow a piece of paper from the fan over there? ”

* * *

A long line. A line made by people gathered to enter a theater with around 100 seats. It's a popular play and it sells out every time. She heard rumors that people are always pushing people around because of the lack of internet sales.

“What were you doing in the store? ”

“I asked for some paper towels. ”

“Ah.”

She nods.

“Slowly up the stairs, it's dark. We appreciate your attention to this matter. ”

I went into the theater following the directions of an actor in costume. Chair spacing was wide for the small theater. Plus, the chair was fluffy. The theater tastes like an uncomfortable chair, but it's also a good place to see it.

Only a few couches and furniture are on stage. The pink light is shining faintly. Theatre is a comedic romance. The motivation I saw was very interesting and I was looking forward to it.

“He likes plays. ”

“Of course!”

“That's great.”

Everything else.

That delightful smile.

She looks away from the floor and heads to the stage. I just...... trembled a little.

‘No, no, I'll get excited. It's a theater! "

Yes! Yes!

Let's focus on the play first.

She squeezes her eyes together and looks straight ahead.

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This article is a daily limit.

Whew.

I feel numb after wearing it.

So, I have my own solution.

Starting tomorrow, I'm going to post a really, really, really, really, really cheeky cliché.

It's really cheesy, and you might say something about it.

Hahaha.

Good night.

Oh, and...

Scary people...

I was surprised to see your comment yesterday.

You ask for it, and you give it to me.

Dangerous comments about meta-humans.

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