Life, Once Again!

Her husband's fourth life began. Returning to high school, he welcomed a new life with only memories of his previous life. I remembered a brief encounter with him. I expected you to recognize my face if it changed, but I didn't even notice that I recognized it like the Grim Reaper said. But I was happy to be able to talk to my husband. I could make a voice that I'd forgotten for a decade. In fact, I was a little surprised. I sounded like someone else. It reminded me of the first time I recorded a song on tape.

My husband died of cancer and has been concerned about health care since childhood. Since high school, I've stayed away from greasy food and kept healthy food only. I also heard that my friends told me I was a grandfather. My husband told me not to struggle because I'm old for such friends, but to prepare for now. I listened to the conversation and thought it was both routine and unusual. How many times is this going to happen again?

Two years have passed since a new life began. I forgot even free. I only glanced at the information given indiscriminately. My husband found Hancheol in the third grade of high school. Heaven did not greet him as he approached with a dim smile. But twice, three meetings followed and the two became friends. I have already painted the future of two people. The two marriages will surely take place.

I looked down at the two lying in the same bed. I wanted to fall asleep to death. But sleep never came to me. A world of subtle temperatures like fluffy mattresses and moderately warm duvets, cold when one leg is pulled out and hot when the whole body is covered. Now it's a vague word that reminds me only of the dictionary meaning of sleep.

Autumn is born again. The curly hair remained. It was a day when I could barely stand up on my own two feet. I survived every day watching my husband and daughter fall asleep in the sky.

This came out of nowhere. Twenty-nine, he left a two-year-old child and left the world. A drowsy freight car crashed into her husband's car. Filler crumpled like paper. I stared at the smoky car with a hollow heart. Game restarts when reset button is pressed. I was afraid to paint the future. It wasn't because of the pain my husband was going through, or the anxiety about when the game was going to end.

I was worried and afraid that when the game was over, I would be able to stay normal.

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I started writing a diary. It was a gift left by the Grim Reaper to be sent away. It was actually a feeling I had for a long time. It was an unlimited number of notebooks and pages that never wear out. I wrote down the date on the top and missed it with a pencil. It's because I realized writing down the date is meaningless. Instead, I used a different number: '6’. I covered the notebook and looked ahead. My husband, who was closing his eyes, stood up. I approached him and spoke to him.

“Mr. Hangul? ”

He said.

“Am I dead? ”

Life is about to start again.

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87. I was surprised as if I had accidentally fewer numbers and burned them. No, you're probably just surprised because you don't remember what it felt like when you touched the fire.

“Seventy-seven.”

I read the numbers out loud. It was the only voice I could make when my husband was dead. Only between this and the afterlife could I be aware of myself. He was given a new life. He closed his eyes, wet with gratitude and emotion. Eighty-seventh life would have been waiting for him. The world began to flow backwards beneath my feet. His sudden death returned to his childhood. I slowly watched the young husband open his eyes at my side. I wrote in my notes what he was doing as soon as he opened his eyes. I didn't have anything else to do, so I wrote down everything. It doesn't hurt to move all day.

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295. No, 296. I looked up the front page. It wasn't 295 or 296. It was 294. I cut the skid and rewritten it: 294. My husband opened his eyes. After getting up from bed, he touched his body with joyful eyes. After I was sure it wasn't a dream, I shed tears and thanked God for not knowing my name. I wrote "Type A," on the notebook. When I got out of bed, crying was Type A, laughing nonstop, Type B, and running to the bathroom to check my face was Type C, opening the door of the room, and checking my sleeping parents, then relieved was Type D. Other reactions were diverse, but the four ABCD attitudes accounted for a high proportion.

I didn't even have to infer my husband's next move. Find the "Han Sky". In my high school life, I will find it, or I will find it after college, but I will always find the sky. I have never seen my husband not looking for heaven in my repeated 294 lives. Just as a man can't live without breathing, his husband went to the skies like a villain. As I watched the two of them meet, I realized that this was not fate. This is karma. Two people are tied up in a tight thread, so I can't escape.

“Hello?"

My husband spoke to the heavens. Life was about to repeat itself.

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698. I couldn't remember my mother's name. Because Han Sky kept calling her "Mom." The people around me called her "Heavenly Mother." What was your mother's name? You stare blankly into the living room and find a book surrounded by blue stripes. The writer is the best. I remember. My mother's name was Saltwater. I'm not forgetting. Even the factors that would cause forgetfulness were not left in my body. He just became indifferent to everything. You might have remembered if you focused. But I didn't. There's no need, no reason, no purpose. If it had not been for the sky beneath my feet, my name would have quickly disappeared to the other side of the ritual.

I opened the notebook. My husband is dying. He wrote down his signature and stated when his breath stopped.

I have become a good handwriting machine.

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1928. Type A. Hansky is type C. Daughter has curly hair. Husbands are good corporate jobs. 250 salaries a month. Hansky starts a side business. 800,000 a month. Not a bad life. My daughter receives an award at the elementary school drawing competition. I think you have a knack for paintings. 39, stumbling.

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4824. Type C. Type B. Daughter is healthy. The cause of death was a car accident. There seem to be quite a lot of traffic accidents.

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5429.

My husband slips a lot into the big business. It looks good to start over after you're dead.

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6700.

Am I right?

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7420.

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7421.

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7422.

I want to die.

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It's been a long time since I opened a notebook. It says 7422. It was hard to fathom how much time had passed since then. I don't want to.

I could see the words "I want to die." I didn't feel anything. Hope, despair, no feelings left in me.

“It's time. It's time to make some changes. Try to make a variety of attempts to the extent permitted. ”

I had never seen a Grim Reaper before. I was feeling confused. Before the Grim Reaper appeared, the High Council gave a statement. I spoke to my husband with a face that resembles the "Han sky." I could see the curiosity in my husband's eyes. But nothing changed. The bosses are encouraging him to hint at a line he'll never notice. It was good. We know that nothing we do is meaningless. Like a machine that moves accordingly when systemic changes occur, I was just executing.

But it was fun to wear my head in a very long time. I opened my husband's eyes at the place where I used to date often, and I melted down the secret conversations they whispered together when I explained about rebirth. I didn't have any expectations. This will also be an entertainment.

“Live as hard as you can as you live again. ”

I ended the meeting with my husband with a fixed comment. Life on the treadmill starts again without a little crack. It was time to look down at the world under my feet and prepare for observation. There was something left where my husband left off. It was the first defect that occurred in thousands, no, tens of thousands of cycles. I saw it clinging to my high school husband.

Something was about to change.

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‘It’ was her husband. At first, it seemed like a meaningless vision of the moon, but it began to have a sense of self. The day it appeared and the 230th rebirth began, it had become an equal personality with her husband. It was a ledge that came away from the ledge.

I wanted to talk to it.

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