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“Sir, I'm sorry, but can I go home first? ”

In the second year, Deputy Director Kim Yun-jae asked.

“What are you doing here? ”

Even if I left early, it was not appropriate to ask the temple on time what was going on.

Nevertheless, there was only one reason why Director Kim Do asked such a question.

Lately, Yoon Jae has remained in the company every day, even when he has nothing else to do.

“I just wanted to go in a little faster today. Oh, is there a party? ”

Yoon Jae's face reminded me of an awkward color.

Then, Kim Do immediately replied with a greeting.

“No, I don't. Yeah, it's like you don't even know it. Go in and get some rest. ”

“Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow. ”

With the manager's permission, Yoon Jae bowed his head again and left the company.

Then some of the temples whispered in the back.

“Representative Kim, you're still feeling pretty good, right? ”

“At first, it was like the whole world was alive. But nowadays, he jokes sometimes, and he often shows up at parties.... ”

“I don't know. It's been a while. ”

“Still, you must be shocked. How much is Representative Kim...? ”

“Quiet!”

The manager raised his voice at the chatter of some of them.

Then silence came naturally within the office.

He slapped his desk a few times with his palm.

“It's time for the unemployed to go home. Don't talk about other people's business behind your back. ”

“But, sir... ”

“Why!”

“You're having a party today.... ”

In the quiet voice of the temple, the manager said in a louder voice than before.

“Nothing!”

The temple, who asked the question, shyly bowed and muttered.

“Representative Kim is always pretty.... ”

* * *

Yoon Jae, who left the company, stopped by the flower house he always went to on his way home.

“Ah! It's been a long time! ”

The waitress who looked like she was in her late 20s welcomed Yoon Jae.

Yoon Jae asked with a bright face.

“How are you? ”

“How are you? People are so emotional, they don't look for flowers. So what's been going on with you lately? ”

Yoon Jae smiled beautifully and replied to the waiter's question.

“Work. I've been feeling a little overwhelmed lately. ”

“Phew! So what brings you all the emotions today? ”

“Should I not buy it? ”

“May I offer you another Fog Flower? ”

“Yes.”

Yun Jae, who bought flowers, headed straight for the nearby market. It was quite crowded because it was evening time.

“Just 150 grams of seaweed soup street. ”

“Yes! 150 grams by the seaweed street. Whose birthday is it? Take flowers, too. ”

Yoon Jae paused, smiling at the butcher's question while weighing meat.

“Yes, it's my beautiful wife's birthday. ”

“Wow! I envy how beautiful your wife is. So here's the meat. ”

“Thank you."

Yoon Jae also bought a teddy bear right near where she bought seaweed and beef.

Yoon Jae, who arrived at the small apartment, opened the door and went inside. I noticed the living room with all the lights out first.

“I'm back.”

There was no answer.

As he was used to, Yoon Jae took off his shoes and went inside and put his coat on the couch.

Then Yoon Jae placed flowers on the dining table on the way. And the teddy bear was placed on the chair.

Yoon Jae, who had changed his clothes, immediately started setting up the table by himself.

Vogel Vogel -

The seaweed soup that began to boil, looking at the book, was quite reasonable.

Several dishes from the refrigerator were placed on seaweed soup and the dining table. When I put the food there, the table was set.

Bob and soup were not one bowl. On the table were three bowls of rice and seaweed soup.

Dark-

Throughout the meal, Yoon Jae's gaze was facing the other side.

a picture of it and the flower in front of it.

In the photo, three people were smiling.

Yoon Jae, a young woman, and a girl about two or three years old.

They hugged each other so happily.

“I've never done it before, but it's not like you did it before. ”

Yoon Jae emptied half his food.

The same was true of the soup: a spoonful of rice, and a spoonful of rice.

But the action seemed too difficult. The same is true of the soup: a spoon, and a spoon.

“... I'm sorry. It's my anniversary, and I couldn't make it any better. I can't stay with you. ”

Yoon Jae said that and stood up.

My whole body is heavy and my shoulders are sagging. Without clearing the dining area, Lu Jae went into the shower and washed his body.

Shoot-

It was complicated in my head throughout the shower.

Is it a special occasion?

I thought I was feeling a little better, but I felt calm again.

I thought it would be a happy day...

Knock-

After the shower, Yoon Jae changed his clothes without drying his hair and went into the room.

A wide bed was waiting for Yoon Jae. Next to it is a small desk.

Yoon Jae sat at his desk, shaving his head with a towel.

A thick notebook and a thin pen.

Yoon Jae opened his notebook without any worries.

Sarak-

About half of the thick notebooks were already filled with small letters.

It was a diary.

Every day, every day.

Yoon Jae filled out the diary every day.

Lu Jae, who held the pen, began to fill an empty page.

[September 14.]

Writing down the date, Yoon Jae paused.

Yoon Jae, who was shaking his hand with the pen, wrote down the first line.

Square, square -

[Happy birthday, Eungyeong.]

When I filled in the first line, then it was not difficult. It was always difficult to figure out how to get started.

[I left a little earlier than usual today. You promised? I'll make sure you get home early for your birthday and boil some delicious seaweed soup.]

Yoon Jae looked up at the picture on the desk.

It was the same picture as before. Yoon Jae said, looking at his wife smiling brightly in her arms.

“Seaweed soup... was it good? ”

[How was seaweed soup?]

Yoon Jae wrote it down as it is in the notebook.

The answer never came back. There was no coming back.

She's already dead. The cute little girl in silver's arms, in the picture, was also the same.

They were... killed.

No sign of the killer. It was a series of murders that killed over ten people, but we haven't found any clues.

Yoon Jae bit his lip fine. If not, I felt like tears would burst out again soon.

[I did what it said in the book, but it was strangely tasty. I haven't eaten all of it, and I've left half of it. By the way, the flowers I bought today...]

Square -

Yoon Jae wrote down what happened today like a message to his wife and daughter.

What I want to say to them. What I want to hear.

If I was using it through the diary, I felt like we were together a little bit.

It was a daily routine after my wife and daughter died.

“Mina bought a teddy bear as a gift. ”

[Mina bought a teddy bear as a gift.]

“How's Mina...? Do you like it? ”

Whirl-

Yoon Jae's hands, which were writing the diary, became more and more trembling.

I couldn't write anymore. My eyes are blurred, my head is heavy and I duck down.

I wanted to hear your voice.

I wanted to see your face.

I wanted to hear the answer.

But I couldn't, and the fact that I had to...... I couldn't even confirm that I was being told. It was so sad and miserable.

I was just using it to see if I could get electrocuted.

“I want to see... ”

The moment I spoke patiently, something shook my head.

It's been over half a year.

It seemed to be getting better and better over time.

But it wasn't.

Rather, the more time passed, the more yearning piled up like a waterfall, so that it could no longer endure.

And now.

In Yoon Jae's eyes, tears burst that the gear had endured for a long time.

“I miss... I miss... ”

[I miss you. I want to see...]

Yoon Jae kept writing that in the diary.

I couldn't think of any other words.

How long has it been since I've written the same words?

Almost every page of the diary is filled. Yoon Jae woke up and wiped his teary face with his hands.

And for the first time, I muttered to myself without writing down a diary.

“That's... really... awkward. ”

After seeing the writing he wrote, Yoon Jae cried and laughed at the same time.

What would he look like if someone were watching him?

Do you feel pity for him, or do you just point fingers at him for losing his mind?

Either way, it was a specification. It was clear that my wife or daughter would not want to see this.

Yoon Jae barely stopped crying and began to follow the diary again.

No, I tried to get out.

“… huh? ”

Yoon Jae's hand, which was carrying a pen over the diary, stopped.

The eyes that were filled with tears shook greatly. Yoon Jae muttered, looking at the journal he had written so far.

“What the...? ”

Sarak, Sarak...

The letters that filled the diary were disappearing.

The letters floated like dirt on paper and scattered into the air as if they had lost their adhesion.

Yoon Jae just looked at it as if it was hard to believe.

Soon after all the letters disappeared, Yoon Jae reached out to the diary.

“What happened……. ”

Yoon Jae checked the back.

“Even here.”

Sarak-

“Here too……. ”

I've been thinking about my wife and daughter for the last half year.

They've all been erased.

Yoon Jae seemed to be dreaming right now. How is this possible if not a dream?

When he thought about it, Yoon Jae continued to look at the diary, and he could see the first page of the diary.

The first page of the journal, which had been whitened, was the only text.

[We can meet again.]

The first sentence in the diary.

And underneath it was written in bold text.

[My wife, my daughter.]