Life, Once Again!

A dimpled neon lamp flashes under a faded sign. It was a jewelry store, but there was no light on the "poem" of the "clock." Next to him is a tri-colored barbershop circling. Single-story buildings that don't mix with the skyscrapers across the street and the apartments across the street. It'll probably be demolished soon.

“Ha.”

The floor gathers hands together and breathes a warm breeze into it. You came here so irresponsibly, you said you were in front of the big house at 11: 00 and you wanted to call the girl. No matter how much I think about it, all I have to do is forget the score.

“But……. ”

I can't help it today. I knew you'd be upset, but it was hard to postpone. I wanted to hear her story. I also wanted to convey this feeling if possible.

Eyes are a little thicker. The snow, which used to be like a rain, is now clearly shaped and falling to the ground.

"First eye."

I think I saw an article on the news a few days ago about the first snow, but I'll call it the first snow now. I reached out my hand and caught my eye with my emotions as a child. On the cold palm of the hand, the eyes held the grain shape briefly. It was time for the floor to reach out once again, watching the sparkling eyeballs turn into water.

“Are you excited because you're not a child? ”

She stands with her head turned to the side. He has a scarf in his hand. He is wearing a blue parka on his pink sleeping trousers that seems to be worn only at home. The look on the floor was towards her ankle. I can feel my ankles hanging out on the boots.

The floor holds her hand.

“Why, why. ”

“It's cold. Let's go in somewhere. ”

“You said you had something to say. ”

“It might take a little longer. ”

“What?"

Her body moves slowly, holding on for a moment. I entered the fast food store on the first floor of the building next door, and there were a lot of people there, whether it was open 24 hours or not.

“Do you want something to eat? ”

“I get fat when I eat at night. ”

“What about hot chocolate? Wouldn't it be okay to drink? ”

“That or that……. ”

I didn't say no, so I ordered it. Beef burgers, nugget sets, and a hot chocolate. I ate a loaf of bread while talking to the public, but that was not enough. I'm about to turn around after completing my order, and someone pokes me in the side. She looks at the menu with a shivering look on her face.

“That one.”

Thin fingers pointed to the burger that was launched this time. The floor ordered more with a smile.

“Eating before 12: 00 is zero calories. ”

“Who said that? ”

“Hmm… someone I know well. ”

It's you. She used to say that every time she had a midnight snack. After getting married, he pushed back a little more and said it was okay to eat before 1: 00.

“That's irresponsible. ”

She said, shivering slightly to see if it was cold. What would she look like if she found out in the future that she was saying that?

“Get up there. I'll take it.”

You send her upstairs first, wait for food, and then head upstairs. On the second floor, there are a bunch of college students who appear to have come out of a nearby PC room for a short break. Some of them are opening books.

“Here.”

“If you lose weight, it's on you. ”

“I'll work out with you later. ”

She sniffed a little. The floor takes off its coat and covers her knees.

“You shouldn't have come out in cold clothes. ”

“Someone who lives somewhere was calling from the front of the house, and I couldn't help it. I don't give a shit, man. ”

“He's a bad man. ”

“I think I know. ”

“So thank you very much. He came out.”

She shakes her head and drinks hot chocolate.

The college students who were sitting in the back got up from their seats. After a while, the part-time student comes up and sighs and starts clearing up the mess.

“What can I say? ”

She said, placing the straw that was biting. The floor was then wrapped in a hamburger, but was touching it.

“If not, I'm going. I'm going.”

She was looking this way, but for someone who was going, she sat quietly in a chair. The floor looks at her with its chin against the dining table.

“Why did you start the play? ”

“...... Did you summon me in this cold weather tonight to ask me that? ”

As the floor shrugs, she says, "It's amazing," and she puffs up her cheeks. She looks at me with her lips out like a sick child. The floor stares at her without saying anything. I can see it in my eyes. Her appearance came into view as if she was the one holding the color all alone in the gray world, and eventually she picked up the sound. It was definitely a noisy second floor, but I can't hear anything anymore. The world will probably remain quiet until that mouth is opened.

She was speechless. Lips that were gently stretched out like the beak of a baby bird found their place. The slightly frowned eyes that proved that I was angry returned to normal. She looks at this side quietly.

The floor sees, but does not read, a speech bubble with her mind on it. I just waited quietly and confidently for her lips to open.

“... I'll tell you for sure, stop showing up like this. The next time you do this, it's not gonna come out. ”

“I promise.”

“Ha, I don't know what it is, but I know it's not a joke. What happened to you? ”

“Just a little. ”

“…… and my answer will help you with that? ”

“Maybe.”

She frowns cutely once, then throws her gaze out the window. The floor also looks at the window along her. Snow was pouring down from the sky where the wind did not blow. The expression "it flows down rather than down," was that the eyes were biting the tail and the white curtain was expanding in all directions.

“When I first went to the concert with my dad, I decided, I want to stand there, too. ”

She shoved her father in her mouth, chasing the sky with her loving eyes. The floor knows. An artisan I've never met in my life. Her father died in the first grade of middle school. Even in a vague memory, this one fact came to mind clearly. The day she asked me to be her bride, she cried and said she had somewhere to go. That was the mountain where her father slept. It was the first time I met my father-in-law on the right side of the floor.

- Dad, it's him. The one who said he would make me happy.He's the one who was so bold......

The floor looks at her hands. The poor and endangered hand was trembling slightly on the table. I couldn't leave him alone, so I laid my hands on her. She looks over here, slightly surprised, but doesn't take her hand off.

Vibration.

Calm down.

“My dad...... was working for a publisher. He used to dream about being a writer, but he gave up after slipping a few times on the trail. But he still liked the letters, so he went into publishing, and that's where I met my mom. ”

She spoke ill as if she remembered the contents of an old book. The floor nods quietly.

“They were both interested in the arts. Thanks to you, the place I went the most when I was a kid was not an amusement park, but an art exhibition. I was bored, to be honest. You can't talk, you can't run. There's nothing to boast about. ”

She smiled a little as if she had remembered that moment.

“My dad says it's not funny, so he wants to go somewhere else. ”

“That must have been the theater. ”

“Oh, I still remember. Her unnamed face behind the acrylic, a narrow passageway, chairs adjoining each other, light purple, and performances. I think you were great, too. I took them from a small theater to a large theater. After chasing him like that, suddenly it just became a dream. I want to stand there and talk to the audience. In middle school, there was like a children's theater group in the district. I just went in there and did stuff. We just practiced with each other because we didn't have the right teacher. ”

“Did you have fun?”

“Huge. Keep in touch with them now. All the kids with theater at school went into theater. ”

She spoke with a face that still had grief for her father.

“No great reason. It just happened. But now I think it's a good thing. Thank you so much for introducing me to the play. ”

“Theatre... must be precious. ”

In that question, she shut up for a moment. And then after a while, "You have to.” I replied. Her face with a vague smile was pathetic enough to make up for it.

“It's one of the few memories I have with my dad. Of course…… now it's more than that. ”

She was holding back her tears by squinting her nose. Every time I took the word "father" out of my mouth, crying was the same as when I was a kid. I couldn't let the red eyes rise like the eyes of a rabbit. The floor lifted up my hands and wiped away tears that had not yet flowed. She glances over here dazed, and her hands wipe off a tearful, colourless drop.

“I'm sorry I asked. ”

“ ……. ”

She runs away.

I haven't spoken in a while. While you wait for her to calm down, the floor begins to sort out what she has to say. There were so many words in my head before I got here. And even when I met her, they multiplied into an infinite number of proliferations.

But now, like a lie, the number of words decreases and becomes a sentence. The sentence was very disrespectful, provocative and absurd, but the floor couldn't think of any more words.

Because that was the most perfect and absolutely necessary thing to say.

“To do this, a man has to carry a handkerchief. ”

“Next time you know, carry it. ”

She smiled again.

After that, I had a small chat and ate the food I ordered. The hamburger is cold and the nugget is a little puffy, but just enjoying a meal with her. She says she's fat and never wants to eat a hamburger. She looks at it with a smile as she clears out one of the hamburgers and reaches for two nuggets and fries.

“Then why are you in the play? ”

She was buried in a cashew. The floor showed me with its fingers, but I didn't know what it meant. I pulled out a bunch of paper towels and wiped my mouth.

“...... I'm not a child. ”

“I know.”

The floor said, putting the wrapping paper together on a tray.

“It wasn't as natural as you. I did it on purpose. ”

“Intentionally? Are you an actor, too? ”

“That's not what I meant. ”

“Then what is it? ”

“It was just a means. Means nothing. There's no reason it should be a play at all. I just chose it because I needed it. ”

“What are you talking about? I don't understand. ”

“Of course. I don't know what you're talking about. ”

“What?"

To explain this part, we need to move on to memory stories and bring up our past lives. As soon as I say I am my future husband, I will be on the psychiatric appointment list. So I have no choice but to pass.

“Wait, I don't know, but it doesn't mean anything to the play anyway? ”

“Maybe.”

“Then why are you playing a play? ”

“Because I need it.”

“Why do I need it? ”

“Someone so important to me is doing it. ”

“ ……. ”

A canopy in High 1. A 45-year-old canopy. Memory belongs to the first page, and the personality resembles a 45-year-old page. Obviously, my personality, which I thought was just one, seemed to be compatible. You didn't notice because you didn't care. How long will I have the opportunity to doubt myself?

‘If they hadn't spoken, they would still be there. ’

The beginning of the semester when I was thinking about catching my dream. But at some point, I started to think that dreams were good. I only found a safe way to prepare for the coming reality.

However, there is still a younger self in the corner of the mind. I am the one who wants to show off as a help, and I am the one who wants to stand out as an adult. There are still young children who yearn for dreams. I, on the other hand, am extremely realistic. I yearn for safety above all else.

Theatre may be a compromise between the two selves.

On the surface, there is a floor that is considered to be a means for her, but when dug deep, there is a floor that is standing on the stage and excited. There is a fragile self between the cold and the passion.

He said.

It's a story that plays a character called Hangul.

The story of a 45-year-old man wearing the shell of Gor1. But at some point, the shell didn't just remain as a shell. A fairytale is beginning to unfold. A single canopy melts into it.

I'm obsessed with acting as a thorough worker and I'm into it. Maybe he was wary of being caught up in a play.

Prepare a foundation for your family while you waste your time following the unknown creature of your dreams. This thought has spread in my mind. Recently, however, the solid plan has begun to crack.

I began to take my heart to the play.

I used to be 300 million, but now I know the taste of it on stage, and I'm getting a little greedy about wanting to be on stage. If a means loses its value as a means, and it becomes central, people are always at risk. The ghost of college. The name of the dreamers who did not use theater as a means to make it sound bad now.

Every time I think about it, I feel faulty because of her presence.

Is he really going to be okay?

Now that we have 300 million, it would be reasonable to pretend to act and prepare something else.

Wouldn't that be better for her?

I was afraid.

The man's words shocked me as if they were cutting out my heart.

She becomes someone else. I become someone I don't care about in my life. It was a sensation that made me feel cooler just thinking about it.

You didn't think because you were afraid.

It is easier to breathe than to decide to become my woman. I did not even think about it.

But now the time has come.

Maybe.

No one knows how it's gonna turn out.

But now I had to deliver this message.

I will have to change after the announcement.

“I like it, I really…… like it. ”

In the dictionary of many adjectives, it was a single word of the heart that was barely pulled up.

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I wish you many new clothes.

And...

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