Life, Once Again!

That was the 350th time I've watched a resurrection like mine. I was feeling sympathetic. Well, now you have to call me "he." He was like me. I just needed to observe a world without additions. He did not belong to the world I had set foot in, nor to the world beneath my feet. I watched him rather than observe the sky with my husband. He talked to his husband endlessly. Keep talking untouchable.

I thought it was foolish to watch his endless efforts. It was like trying to light a fire on the water. I wanted the fish to pour out of the sky. I watched my husband for years without a single finger. In all these years, I've talked to her, but no answer has come back. The only way I could talk to my husband was after he died. How long will ‘he’, who has been separated from his husband, repeat the nonsense? You'll give up when you stop counting like me.

* * *

The 400th rebirth with him began. At the same time, 'he’ wore a mask. I don't have anything to show anyone. Why would he put that on? I watched as my husband's life passed by while watching him wear a mask. He was still talking to his husband. It was like talking to a wall, so I couldn't call it a conversation. I called him 'Hangul’ from some point on. I distinguished him who had fallen away from my husband as if I were referring to another me under my feet as the "sky."

When I watched my husband's life, I opened my mouth endlessly. You never get tired of it. Maybe it's a way to forget loneliness. I also often spoke to myself up to a thousand times. I thought I'd go crazy if I didn't do that.

After all, my husband died and was on his way to prepare for the procedure. I got hit in the eye with a canopy guarding my dead husband's side. I thought it was a coincidence. He was definitely not a living person. But it was not like God had given me any mission. I wondered what would happen if this game ended one day.

* * *

His 408th birthday. One by one, I started chasing my position with my eyes. It was no coincidence. He was recognizing me. It was actually a feeling I had a long time ago. A life where others exist. Just having someone besides me brought back to life the feeling of joy that I had forgotten. To be honest, it would have been nice to have a murderer who killed dozens of people by his side. I was that lonely. I approached the floor watching my husband. On the line between this and the afterlife, I called to him.

“Is that him over there? ”

The answer came back.

* * *

The 409th rebirth of a single floor. I've been talking to you for a long time. Only when my husband returned to the past and was imminent in death did the conversation end. There was still something I wanted to say, but I had to do what I had to do. I prepared my husband's 410th rebirth. From the process of obtaining consent from the Han Sky to the moment of returning my husband to the past, I watched one by one. I couldn't see a single page in my husband's eyes.

“You've been repeating this over and over. ”

Hanmadu said he didn't want me to treat him. He seemed to want to stay on one level and separate from the other. I assumed it would be a sensitive issue related to the original. Just before I was overwhelmed by powerlessness, I thought many times, looking at the sky that was living under my feet. Who the hell is "real"?

“Wasn't it hard? ”

“It's all relative. The notion of hardship is gone in a world without comparison. I became an airborne being. I'm just here. I forgot why I started this. ”

“That's a sad story. ”

“It's been a long time since I've heard of you. But I'm glad I found someone to talk to. Without you, I'd be nothing but a creature. ”

He smiles and repairs his mask. I am not one sky, not one sky, but one sky. The thought of a group of fit humans passing through my mind.

“It's a little strange what I'm saying, but Heaven is the prettiest when she smiles. It's pretty when it's silent, but my preference is to vote for the smiling side. ”

That said, I touched my lips. I'm smiling. How long have I been smiling? I haven't heard anyone say my name in a while. I did not look underfoot for the first time since this game began. I didn't care what was going on in the open world below, but I saw just one page in front of my eyes.

“You always give me a hard time. ”

I cried. I was happy, I was sad, I was angry. All the emotions that had been hidden for a long time struck my head together. I wonder how much you cried. You have a careful grip.

“I'm sorry I put you through this. ”

Hangul said, watching his husband studying under his feet in the world. I shook my head. This was the path I chose.

“But don't worry. I have a feeling it'll be over soon. ”

Hangul said.

“What's that supposed to mean? I have a feeling it's over. ”

“There's one question I've been asking since the moment I woke up. Why did I stay away from Mr. Hangul? There's a reason for everything. There's a reason that Mr. Heaven is going through this. Not long ago, I was trying to figure out why. And I found the answer. No, they gave me the answer. ”

Them, I immediately remembered the one the Grim Reaper spoke of. One of them took off his mask. He looked across the sky with a gentle smile.

“I'm a purebred. It's used to end long dreams. ”

“Dream?”

“You said it. This game is over. I'm going to do the part. ”

It was an unknown word. I asked you to hold on to him and talk in detail. At that moment, the world turned black. I learned that their will prevented the story from proceeding. The Black Curtain has lifted. One day, he said, wearing a mask again.

“Anyway, no more worries. This might be the last time. ”

One floor returned to my husband. I looked at the two movements and thought, About the end coming soon.

* * *

My husband died. I went to the Hansky and got confirmation and led my husband to this world. It was a beach I used to go to often. I put on a clean white shirt and waited for my husband to open his eyes.

“You're awake. I was just about to wake you. ”

“Here……. ”

“Think about it. You'll know soon enough.”

My husband told me.

“I'm dead. ”

“Yes."

“Are you an angel? ”

“Something like that. Some call it an angel, some call it the afterlife. Actually, the title doesn't really matter, and it matters what I say from now on. ”

I walked forward volatily. A parasol in the middle of the sand.

“Sit down.”

“Oh, yes. ”

My husband opened his mouth after sitting on the chair.

“October 3rd, 11: 23: 14 am. Mr. Hanmuru is dead. Do you remember how he died? ”

“Yes.”

There were tens of thousands of repetitions. This time I gave my grandmother's name as a hint. He's a plutocrat. He's mixed up a little bit of lies to keep his memories from coming back to life. The superiors did not allow me to tell you the truth.

After all the explanations were over, I sent my husband. And I looked at the one next to him. Last time, he said, This will be the last time.

“You'll see soon enough. ”

I fixed my gaze on him following my husband. I remembered what the Grim Reaper said a long time ago. My husband will know if I win. That's why this game must end in any form. Hangul called himself a self-proclaimed slave. Does it have something to do with what the Grim Reaper said?

Her husband's life began again. Time has passed that makes no difference. My husband entered the theater department. It's a common pattern. Probably would be an actor You can end up as an anonymous actor or you can become a top star. In fact, the outcome was not important. Life repeats itself.

But then I saw it. The moment when the impossible is possible. One floor was talking to my husband. He intervened in his husband's life. I couldn't believe it. He'd be in the same position I am.

He lent strength to his husband and sometimes cooperated to give him the direction he needed to go. Even my husband wouldn't recognize it, not as an active intervention, but I could see everything looking down from above. One word...... A man's speech is pushing his husband to a certain location.

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When you put all your passion into it, you start crying on your own.

I think he was a similar player.

And I thought it was amazing.

I've never committed myself to anything that would make me cry or burst into tears.

I'm looking forward to that moment, but on the one hand, I think I'm quitting early because the process of getting to that point is too much.