thought he was a good person.
I have a good relationship with my parents, I have always had a gentle relationship with my classmates, and I have always been praised by my teachers.
Unlike other children who complained that they had fights with their brothers and sisters whenever they had time, it was because he was the only one who never had a petty fight with his younger brother.
I thought so for a long time. I have lived in such an illusion.
But if you think about it, it was because your father was afraid that you didn’t fight with your parents, and the reason your friendship was smooth was because you realized that you would get more if you acted like that. The relationship with the teachers was good for a similar reason.
But his relationship with his brother was not like that.
It wasn’t a bad feeling to see someone running around behind him, but he couldn’t get more than that.
so neglected In order to maintain the image of a good older sister, she pretended to take care of her moderately, but did not treat her with sincerity.
selfish year.
However, even after this kind of self-criticism, the younger brother does not come back.
“daughter.”
“yes?”
“Dajun must be hungry.”
“Ah⋯⋯!”
My mind was blown. It’s really like my father said. I don’t know how ugly it’s going to get when you’re thinking nonsense and forgetting something important.
“Dajun, eat well.”
Dasom smiled as brightly as possible and spoke to her younger brother’s seat across from him.
The white steam rising from the bowl and waving faintly looked like a squirrel-like nod and twinkling eyes.
However, the chair was empty, and the spoon placed next to the rice bowl did not move. The humorous conversations that usually come and go at the table have long since disappeared.
He was a son before he was a brother.
Like her, Dasom’s parents also felt that they were to blame for their son’s death. They regarded themselves as sinners for failing to properly take care of their son on the pretext of being busy.
Of course, the son does not come back even if he is belatedly suffering from guilt. It is a fact they know best than anyone else.
But understanding and accepting are two different things.
It was only a matter of time before the gardener, who was supposed to cut off the rotten branches, refused to pick up the shears, and the entire tree rotted.
* * *
broke it
With these hands, I shattered my parents’ precious treasures.
Before it’s too late, you must bring the new treasure before more tears fall from your parents’ faces.
If you can’t find it, you should make it as similar as possible.
Dasom decided to first learn a computer game that her father and younger brother sometimes played.
At first, it was difficult for her to even move a single worker, but after scouring the Internet and professional games, she was able to acquire skills that far surpassed her father.
That was the problem. Because there was no way for a match where you could feel moderate tension and joy between two people with a difference in skill.
However, it only failed once. Don’t give up here.
Dasom started painting right away. The only thing I had for a while in art class was a brush, but it didn’t matter. If you’re not good at brushing, just swing it until you’re done.
However, just because I was able to paint, did not mean that I was able to complete a painting.
I could see and draw on clothes, but I couldn’t create new clothes.
Although works were submitted from both domestic and foreign countries, only the winning entries were received. I even failed the entrance exam and had to retake it once.
No matter what she did, she was just Dasom, and she couldn’t become Dajun Lee.
After realizing that, I wanted to quit everything. I wanted to stop talking nonsense and get comfortable.
But what about your parents?
Even years later, in a situation where they are still struggling to accept the death of their son, what would happen to them if a murderer, who would not be enough to kill him by cutting his neck, escapes without even the least amount of atonement?
Of course, there was nothing to think about.
Because killing a person once was enough.
* * *
It was a very ordinary day. No, if you look at it specifically, I think you belonged to the bad side.
Because of the sudden rain showers, my body was wet all over the place, and I was mentally exhausted from arguing with friends who were not interested in a situation in which my lower stomach ached.
“there.”
In such a situation, if you are hit on the shoulder without notice, no matter how much she is, you will inevitably feel upset.
“This ⋯⋯.”
Turning her head, what caught her eye was the face of a man.
On the outside, it looks frizzy, but when you stroke it, black hair that looks like frizz, a pointed nose, bright red lips that seem to have a cute corner even though they are dry and cracked, and pale skin that makes the color of the lips stand out more.
And finally, the soft, thin eyelashes protruding under the eyebrows.
Resembles. If that child had grown up as it was, he would surely have grown up like this. The man’s face was so similar to the one in his memory that it made me think like that.
I thought I was dreaming.
She was so tired that she fell asleep in the classroom and was seeing absurd fantasies, she thought.
“Oh, you dropped it.”
However, the voice with a familiar aura poking through his ears without mercy was so vivid that it was hard to believe that it was in a dream.
From one moment on, instead of answering, only a harsh breath came out of her mouth.
“There it is⋯⋯.”
“Ah, ah, yes.”
I can’t remember exactly what I dropped that day.
She only watched the man with a sketchbook in one hand leave, clutching the object she had been handed over.
* * *
When I woke up, I was chasing that face. someone else I keep looking at it even though I know that it’s an absurd fact.
“What are you looking at?”
A light scream escaped from Dasom’s mouth.
He was surprised by the sudden stimulus, but rather, it was because he was ashamed of himself for not noticing that a friend had come because his eyes were sold to coveting other people’s faces.
“No, really, what is it?”
In response to that cute reaction, Dasom’s friend, Eunseo Kang, twitched the corners of her lips and asked.
“uh? Oh, that ⋯⋯. Paris. A fly has been flying ever since⋯⋯.”
Dasom said quickly, pointing to the fly near the window.
“It’s true. Shall I catch you?”
“Oh, no. If you leave it alone, I’ll figure it out.”
“Then that’s it.”
The lecture soon began, and the attention of those seated in the classroom focused on the professor and the presentation material coming from behind him.
A valuable resource related to the upcoming midterm exam. However, Dasom’s eyes left there at some point and began to move to another place.
Sitting by the window, towards the face of a man with dark hair.
“That’s Eunseo.”
“ok. You want to go to Paguchis? I told you to tell me anyway. I need to drink some caffeine, I think I will be behind.”
“It’s not ⋯⋯.”
Dasom blinked at the window without saying a word.
“Why is that? Paris again?”
“No, the person in front of him.”
“Who is that man? Black hair?”
“yes.”
“Why is that person?”
“Do you know who you are?”
Kang Eun-seo looked at the man with a frown for a moment, then opened her mouth with a frown.
“no? First time seeing it.”
“Is that person too designing?”
“For now⋯⋯? But why?”
“uh? that, just. I thought there was someone like that.”
“Why are you trying to help me again because I’m pitiful?”
Kang Eun-seo gently whispered while shaking her head.
“Hey, what if I get it wrong again? Or what, would you like to take one more leave of absence? So I’ll try to get some points. Is this this?”
Dasom’s eyes lit up. I know that the words came from half worried and half joking.
However, for the person who experienced the incident, just imagining the situation at that time is enough to make the hair of the body stand up.
“It’s not like that.”
“Okay, those kids are just helping out by being still, so don’t worry about it and go on your way.”
I just wanted to know the name, so I brought it up, but all of a sudden, nagging started flying in.
Or maybe it’s because I’m not that trustworthy.
A light shadow was cast on Idasom’s face.
“Anyway, why are you so hot? It’s probably because I don’t like talking to people. They’re comfortable with that. Otherwise, how are you going to get around with that bastard? is not it?”
It certainly wasn’t wrong. Because she herself didn’t want to worry her parents, so she was just making up a relationship with her, and she wasn’t the kind of person who genuinely enjoyed herself.
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I found out it wasn’t quite right.
He only saw what he wanted to see and listened to what he wanted to hear, only to satisfy his wretched heart, and he did not really think about the heart of the person in front of him.
She’s a really absurdly selfish woman. After realizing that fact, she couldn’t really deal with people.
“Come on, I’m about to die, but stop talking about headaches. Let’s get some caffeine before the next class and come. Sweetness and sweetness.”
“Yes.”
Dasom responded with a light smile to her friend’s playful complaint.
Ah, no matter how many times I think about it.
Just by looking at their facial expressions, you can quickly tell what that person is thinking.
Every human being should have such a delicate taste.
On the other hand, how about yourself? She is a foolish woman who is so anxious to satisfy her desires that she doesn’t even notice the expression of the person in front of her.
If such a foolish woman tried to grab something, she would break it right away. Like a three-year-old baby who breaks toys quickly.
Know. I know.
When you see the man’s face, you forget everything.
The fact that I thought that until a while ago, I thought it was the most reasonable just to see the wrinkled eyes that I have never seen before in laughter, the dense and long eyelashes that represent a delicate mind like glass, and the empty eyes that seem to have given up on something. It flies away like a good mundane.
The eyes that reminded me of the scenery that had been sleeping in the depths of my memory looked very dangerous, and they looked unbearably pitiful.
madness.
I couldn’t stand it, as the regrets flowed so much that I could imagine disgustingly that maybe God had given me one more chance.
Can not help it.
Because she was a selfish woman.