Life, Once Again!

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“Let me get this straight. ”

There's something we need to do before we catch this guy. The smile rolled up his arms and entered the auditorium. Min-tae was operating the pressure washer.

“I'll get rid of the soot first. And then I'm going to remove the things that don't fall off. Docks are commonly used, so we can get them under control quickly. The floor was a problem, and all I had to do was wipe this down and wax it. ”

“You're an expert.”

“There was a fire in my old theater. I learned a lot back then. I learned while chasing after my brothers and sisters. ”

“I'm confident, man. ”

A smile pierced Min-tae's side.

“Step aside, it could splash water. Daemyung, please push the water to the toilet with rubber mill. ”

“Yes.”

Water splashes out as the motor sounds chaotic.

* * *

Yurim, who was turning away from the bed, sighed and woke up. My throat is damp. 2: 00 a.m. I lay down at 11: 00 a.m., and I couldn't sleep for three hours. Yesterday it was okay, but I couldn't sleep at all because I saw the floor during the day. The leg of the cast and the small scar on the face continue to appear in front of your eyes. Dojin says the floor almost collapsed into flames if it didn't go well.

“... but you didn't get hurt. Yeah, it's fine. ”

I calmed myself down and closed my eyes again.

When I came to think of it now, I was amazed at where I had the courage to start a fire. I took the lighter and the bond, but I hesitated until the last moment. But an opportunity has come. The situation was made as if to set the fire. All the comrades gathered together, and the fifth floor auditorium was empty. In addition, the second graders were cleaning out the back room on the fourth floor.

A light flashes in my head. I turned the steps that followed the children to return to the fifth floor. I tried to light my clothes with a lighter, but it wasn't easy either. I buried the bond I had taken from there on the floor and in my clothes and brought fire. A flame rises along the bond as if the oil were on fire. Suddenly, the clothes were caught in the fire, and Yurim hurried to the fourth floor and knocked on the door.

The second-graders were organizing props inside. Yurim only calmed his nervous stomach and helped him. The work was shortly finished, and I was able to follow you down to the first floor.

Until then, it was perfect. If everyone had gone home quietly, they would have been burned without a problem.

But the floor went in. She threw herself off the stage and eventually the play went on without a floor. And the floor was beautifully filled with empty spots.

What I planned to disappoint him was to make him shine more. His comrades also praised him, and the instructors and seniors also gave a faithful gaze to him.

The stone that received expectations from the surrounding body became stronger. The weak appearance that seemed to be meaningless was completely invisible by the stage.

It meant that he no longer needed to groom the cornerstone. After the performance, I was in a complicated mood, but I approached the stone. I complimented him for doing well. I wanted to thank you for grabbing my hand like always, and thank you for saying that it was thanks to you.

‘... Nothing came back. ’

That day, I nodded my head as if it were natural. I didn't say anything. I could feel the distance. If he hadn't picked it up a few months ago, the little bird that was trembling suddenly turned into a big-winged eagle and left his side.

The loss, the deprivation.

The Stone no longer needs me.

Yurim seemed dizzy. This was not supposed to happen. The play was broken, the expectations for the stone were low, and the rocky stone had to be polished. What did you light the fire for? Seeing the burning costumes and seeing the things that had made difficult go down in the fire, I was able to endure it because of the belief that this incident could bring me closer to the stone.

‘What do we do now? ’

On his way back from tidying up the stage, Yurim saw him. Nearby stones that are nice to talk to someone on their phone. I couldn't hear her voice, but I could intuitively tell that she was Su-yeon. I wonder what they're talking about. I wonder what he looks so happy to talk about. Why doesn't he show me that smile?

The limestone looks cold. I was scared. I was afraid of my attitude that I wouldn't be able to deal with myself forever. Yurim approached the quartz on the bus. It was time to try to tell the story as usual.

- What's bothering you?

It was a brief moment, but it was clearly annoying to be caught in the eyes of the cornerstone. I didn't want it to be great. I just wanted to talk. But I was also rejected. And today, I couldn't say a word on the bus to the hospital for a visit to the floor. Soyeon said something next to me, but it didn't come into my ears. The conversation was cut off for two days in a row. My lips were parched and my palms were sweaty. I felt a reality that I didn't want to imagine was coming closer. At this rate, the cornerstone will completely ignore itself. Yurim thought it was a confirmed fact, not a hunch.

Tick, tick, the clock on the room is too noisy. Was it that loud? I covered my ears with pillows. I didn't want to hear it for a moment, but I heard a more sharp ticking sound. I clenched my lower lip and curled my body. Ignore it. Ignore it. But the sound of the clock kept getting sharper. A sound comes in through the ear socket.

“Shut up!”

I couldn't resist, so I picked up my pillow. You throw a pillow at the clock on the wall. Pearl, the watch fell to the ground and cracked. I stared at the watch and woke up startled. When I put my foot under the bed to get rid of the broken watch.

“Tsk.”

I dug the soles of my feet into a sharp piece of plastic. It hurts so much. I sit on the floor and look at my feet. Transparent plastic pieces, open wounds, and blood.

“What's going on? ”

When the door opened, my mom came in. Yurim barely said as he opened his mouth.

“…… I fell asleep. ”

My mom was surprised and lit the fire. There was blood on the floor.

“Oh my God."

My mom brought me a Buryburian band.

“I'll do it. Mom, come on.”

After pushing mom out of the room looking worried, Yurim crouched on the floor. Worst. Pathetic. I buried my face between my knees. I'm scared. I'm nervous. I'm scared. I'm angry. I want to ask your forgiveness. It's because of him.

My thoughts and feelings overlapped. The soles of my feet were sore. Why is this happening? I was happy for the first time since I started high school. I'm not afraid of dark alleys anymore. What made this happen?

I picked up a piece of plastic and put it in an envelope, and tears poured out. I wanted to cry. Why should I be the only one to suffer?

I straightened up and lay back in bed. At 3: 00 a.m., Yurim leans on cell phone lights. Sleep is not coming. even though the noisy clock stopped.

In the dark, Yurim covered the duvet and handed over the photos stored on his phone one by one. In front of it, there were many pictures of Soyeon entering high school. At karaoke, at Tteokbokki House, at Leekboksu House.

“Traitor.”

Did Soyeon forget all her joyful moments? A traitor who gets away from himself and hangs out with other friends. I hate it. I hate it. I tried to delete the photo by pressing the button. But my fingers didn't move. Eventually, I couldn't delete the photo, so I forwarded it to the next chapter. From then on, it was all photos taken with cornerstone.

From 8 seconds to December, I looked back at one chapter. I can't help but smile. It warms my chest. However, as time went by, the cornerstone of the photo became stiff. This stone is smiling more and more backwards. My eyes were... cold.

Yurim's expression hardened as well. Something is seriously missing. The only things in an empty emotional basket are the dreadful loneliness and the cold fear.

You have to catch it.

We can't stay away from the stone.

If I do, I'll go back to the way I was.

I'm as speechless as I am aphasic.

Yurim touched the face of the stone, smiling with his finger. We should go back to this. I may have complained, but I may have gone back to this lonely time.

‘He's bad. It's all his fault. ’

The loud sound of the clock, the scars on the soles of my feet, the cold spots, and the frustration of this moment is all because of her.

‘If he hadn't gone back to the auditorium. ’

No, I'd rather get hurt in there.

Yurim trembled. I had a horrible imagination. I closed my phone in shock. I don't want to do that. It's true.

But the Sovereign Union continued to whisper, "What if the floor had been badly hurt?" If so, the play would have stopped.

‘...... I probably would have. ’

She's the problem after all.

Jumping into the fire itself is not good.

If I had escaped from there, there would have been no problem.

She's the reason why it didn't work out.

He ruined everything.

Yurim closed his eyes tightly.

Wherever you go, you hear the engine of the Black Barn.

* * *

I woke up with one glance. It was a vacation that allowed me to sleep late, but when I opened my eyes and looked at my phone watch, it was 7 o'clock. After sighing deeply, Yurim looked at an empty wall. Yesterday I remembered my watch was broken.

I told my worried mom I was okay and ate at home by myself. Watching television at 9: 00 in the morning. Text message. Smile instructor.

[I have to rehearse with the auditorium, so I'll be at school by 11: 00.]

The word auditorium made me full. I don't want to go there. I really didn't want to go there. But there's less than a week to the mainline. If we get out of here, we'll find out. Direct damage to petrified stones. I didn't want to hate him.

The toilet washed my hair. Drying with a dryer and lightly waving the waves to the top, suddenly it's over 10 o'clock. I left the house in my favorite T-shirt.

White snow. For a moment, I was able to forget all my worries and admire them purely. I soaked my feet in the snow that was piled up to my feet. My shoes were a little wet, but it didn't matter.

And the joy that changed the landscape. The fact that I had to go to school to see the burn marks pressed my heart.

Do you think the police are here? ’

I'm worried about everything.

There's no CCTV in the school. You never know who set the fire in the auditorium.

You just have to be careful with me. I forced her to smile. You'll get in trouble if you get caught.

You get on the bus, and at the same time you can see why criminals are caught for their crimes and fail to settle down quietly. My legs are shaking less. The same goes for my hands. I don't know how many times I swallowed a dry needle. As I was sitting, I felt the eyes of the boy standing in front of me. You don't think something's wrong?

Delusions spread their wings and began to roam in my head. Yurim shakes his head firmly. This can't be happening. Be comfortable.

Yurim decided to play a character called 'Yurim’ because he learned to act. A child who only smiles moderately and with small words. A child who can only be beaten next to cornerstone.

‘Let's do as usual. Don't be afraid. No one doubts me. I'm safe.'

After taking a breath, it was a school. I've seen this school every time I go to school for a year.

“Hello?”

You hear voices behind you. Soyeon, I feel like I've lost weight lately. After dating Tae Joon, I heard that he was exercising.

Yurim went up, ignoring him. If Soyeon follows me from behind, I will say hello again. A shameless child. You're a traitor.

“Is something wrong? ”

I climbed the stairs pretending to be okay, even though my insides were hot. Soyeon, who was following a little later, said in a slightly lower voice.

“Yurim, we're still friends, right? ”

He paused for a moment. I looked straight at Soyeon with a slightly darker expression.

“Then why did you leave me and go to the dew shop? ”

“Missed me. I must have called you then. But you... ”

I can remember. The phone was definitely here, but I ignored it because I was with him. My face twitches. I know Soyeon's not wrong, but it's hard to accept.

“If he thought he was a real friend, he would have called him. ”

“Yurim.”

“Never mind. Why are you pretending to be close now? ”

Yurim turned, biting his lower lip. I feel like something's broken. At the same time, I feel like I can't miss more stones.

I rolled my two fists and went up to the auditorium.

Now it's time to act.

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When the bond is lit, a yellow flame rises along the bond.

Why do you know...

It's because I was impressed by the Lightning Warrior Granger cartoon when I was in the country, drawing stars from the playground to the Bonds and lighting them up! And I was beaten to a pulp by my mother.... Ah.

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