The Resetting Lady

Karen was lying in bed.

Being in Raymond's arms, it was warm and I was sleepy. Was it yesterday? Karen thought of it suddenly. It smells like weak soap. a tickling sensation in the water Move your finger. It's still moving. Karen looks out the window. The leaves were falling.

Will I die when the leaves fall, I think about the story of a sick girl. Would Raymond laugh or cry if he said this? Will they be able to laugh, saying that death is nothing special to them anyway? Or should I cry for death again? Karen shook her head thinking about the story. It was a joke that he thought was not funny. I wanted to hear other people's stories rather than what I was talking about.

"Tell me anything."

"…carren."

"It's because I'm sleepy."

Raymond chose the story. What would be a good story? But you have to talk about anything. Because she wanted it. Raymond thought and said,

"I don't know what to talk about."

Karen looked disapprovingly at me and started to rhyme first.

"Well... yeah. Then I'll tell him. To be honest, I had a lot of guys."

"What again."

Raymond answered curtly. Karen asked again. When it's time for a person to die, I think I'm curious about everything. I couldn't stand it without asking.

"So after I died... Did you live well with another woman?"

Karen opened her eyes to unfamiliar feelings. After talking about his situation, he couldn't bear to ask Raymond. But now I was curious about everything. So far, Karen has never felt obsessed with Raymond or other men as a woman. They were, after all, only type, even if they were extremely colorful. It was only a short meeting without meaning.

But now Karen was jealous. It was a low-key feeling for a person who would live a life that had nothing to do with him. But Raymond was not embarrassed and relaxed by Karen's feelings.

"Carran, as I said before, I really lived well after you died."

"In the midst of all this...That's... That'd be great.”

I'm so relaxed.

Karen's voice dropped. Karen doesn't know Raymond's future. I don't know his days. Raymond smiled quietly to see if Karen's face was funny. Karen didn't like his smile, but she didn't want to say anything. But I didn't want to hear about other women. The grumbling Karen looked like Raymond was just having fun, so Karen didn't even want to say anything more.

"That's why it's good, isn't it? You don't have to feel guilty about me."

"Oh, that's a relief.”

Someone should be sorry to someone. When Karen's voice was curt, Raymond asked again.

"Why do you get sulky even if you live well?”

"That's possible. What's wrong?"

Karen's face is in perfect harmony. I'm jealous. I'm jealous. It is heartbreaking to think that he continued to live well even after he died. I'm sure you should be happy with it, but this is still how you feel. Maybe he wanted to live a life of integrity after his death. You'll do that if you'd do that. Karen was not very comfortable.

Did he want Raymond to be ruined? However, he already looked a bit broken, unlike Raymond in the past. Should I be happy with it? It was complicated. I was a little disillusioned with myself. Raymond giggled in front of Karen and was hit.

It was late fall.

Karen's death was approaching.

The ship did not come at all the way.

Karen and Raymond didn't tell each other about the day. I didn't know until the last day. But slowly this time, the assumption lingered in silence. It's time to tell the story. Karen spoke in a slightly upsetting voice.

"I thought we'd kill ourselves together.”

"…carren, that… Is there a reason?"

"I really wanted to kill you once."

Raymond's face sullen as Karen smiled and spoke.

"Well, Karen, what I did wrong to you... There is."

"There's so much that doesn't even remind you?”

“…….”

Karen laughed. Raymond's face was serious. But that's not what Raymond thinks. Karen was really bored at the time and she thought killing Raymond would mean that much to her. It was an attractive goal for Karen to kill Raymond, both physically and by the weight of her life.

"My life turned upside down when I decided to be a murderer. I thought about it then...Raymond, you're the one I can't kill the most, and I think I'd be very proud to kill you."

"That's very moving."

Raymond's voice sounded a little grumpy. Then I hugged Karen again. That's because Karen shuddered.

"Laymond, I think it's a little cold. Please cover it a little higher."

"…I see."

Raymond glanced sideways at the burning fireplace. And the blanket was thick. There was no more way to raise the temperature. Raymond hugged more tightly and murmured.

"Because winter is coming."

But Karen's body was getting colder and colder. Raymond lowered his head and whispered. You must go on with whatever you say. Because she wants it. What should I talk about?

"It'll be really cool if it snows later."

"…can I ride a sleigh, too?

"Yes, playing on the grass is great. I used to play a lot when I was young. This winter....”

There will be a record snowfall this winter.

The rainy season will be terrible next summer.

And….

***

Really, I lived well without you.

It was just that. My heart aches, tears flow, and time flows even if I promise revenge. We can't just focus on the memories of a few months and ruin our whole lives.

The sky is blue, the air is clear, the flowers are overflowing, and hatred, anger, and war are endless.

Good music and great books keep coming out and unexpected things happen. Friends die first and stay with them for a long time, and new friends continue to be made. There are so many things to do when you get older slowly.

Good things happen in unexpected places. Unexpectedly, I see malice toward someone. And sometimes I see miracles. It's meaningful to stop the war and watch the next generation grow. I'm sure you'll like it quite a bit. Despite such uncertainty, we see beauty in the end.

…you must be jealous.

So you should live a long life next time and get back at me. I've lived longer than I have, so I should brag about what I haven't seen before to be more equal.

Life is a sad thing to live on.

I'm happy to meet so many people, and I'm thankful to break up. If you live longer, you can meet better people and scholars than I do. I was like that, too.

But still, you're the only woman I have.

To be honest, I don't want to say it was because of months of meetings. Our meeting was that short and that's how it was it? Countless people meet other people even after a breakup, and it doesn't tarnish their previous encounters. Karen, you have repeatedly died in search of love throughout your life, but there is so much work in the world that you don't have to hang yourself so much on the short passion of men and women.

…Oh, that'sir. I'll be honest with you.

My eyes were so high that I couldn't see other women. This is your responsibility as well. Okay? So after that... It was just enough. Even if it was that short, we didn't have to meet any more. Passion, youth, guilt, maybe deception...They were all branded in the corner of life, and that was enough.

So you don't have to be sorry.

I lived well enough without you.

.carren.

Actually, there's one thing that I lied to you.

There's one thing I couldn't tell you because you were so scared.

…I remember everything.

I remember everything from your 100 deaths to your subsequent lives, to your five deaths again.

The year you fell off the tower, when you turned 117.

All the memories came up after you died. There was no way to stop the flood of memories. And for hundreds of years before I met you, I really felt like I was walking through hell.

…I'm over 7,000 years old.

You asked me how I could talk and move, but I was able to live. The reason I can live in my right mind is probably because my life has been the same since you died for 100 times. The life I didn't remember you, I was always the same before you turned 117. We mourned the same period, we moved the same way, we spent the same time all the same time. It wasn't a bad life. …so now you don't have to think about anything but loving you. I've enjoyed my share.

But I think it would have been better if you were next to me during those years.

Raymond closed Karen's eyes.

I think we had a visitor.

***

Berdick finally found his daughter.

Isela's nanny, who came up on behalf of the missing woman, remembered her physical characteristics. The body was eventually his daughter.

Isela was one of Prince Gwizu's collections.

Berdick cried for only one day.

Then I woke up and thought about what he had to do.

Being exhausted and sad for so long has made it clearer to think about what you should do.