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Chapter 1: Me without you, so what I can do?

What kind of path has my miserable life taken..?

In the past, there just was nothing, and I would have been alone.

Maybe...

all the bad thoughts that I have always had were just me hating myself for no reason.

Now that I think of it, when did I get these injuries?

Was it when I felt hurt..?

Why...

Why haven't I healed yet?

...

..

.

Then at that moment, a person came to mind, it wasn't anybody...

It was me.

I was full of scars.

All of this time I have been going along with them. I was self-suggesting that "I was an injured person."

Now I know, that what matters is not the wounds of the past.

What I need now is...

"Hooni-Hyung!"

determination and to live in the possible future.

"Ah..." I respond.

"Didn't you say you were going to encounter someone, Soorim?"

The blond fang-teethed friend flashed me a pleasant smile in response. "Oh, that person!" he laughed silently. "It was a person who asked me for some help! It's a surprise ready ~"

I promptly returned his gesture and smiled as well, "Who is it?".

I will continue advancing cautiously.

Slowly and slowly.

Is it something I can also dream of with a promising future in the morning?

No...

I think I can also start to dream from now on with the word:

happiness.

"Anyways, this is the person I met yesterday!" he points eagerly to someone I can't see. "He told me you were friends in high school."

I paused thoughtfully for a minute. "Eh? Friends?"

The person steps closer...

..

.

"So he asked me to come so that you guys could meet up!" he laughs yet once more.

I feel my skin begin to crawl.

I overwhelmingly want to throw up.

"Hello, Hooni."...

"I'm sure you guys must be thrilled to meet after such a long time! I will leave you alone ha ha!", he says while waving his hand and going away.

I wanted to scream at Soorim to not leave. I'm so weak.

"That friend of yours, Soorim is a good boy."

Right at that moment, I was face-to-face with the past.

"A lot has happened a long time no see, how are you?"

I frantically begin to sweat profusely.

"Hee..."

"Heemin-Ah..."

I desperately wanted to forget the past and start a new beginning.

But suddenly something appeared that prevents a new beginning.

He gradually lifts my shirt sleeve.

"At the beginning, I was concerned about how you would change through the years."

He's intensely looking at my arms. I experience a sense of dread, intense... dread.

"Uhm..." I desperately try to steady my shallow breathing. I feel so nauseous.

"But..." he grins bitterly.

"I see you have not changed at all." he lifts my arm, exposing my bloodstained bandage.

Forcefully brings my scarred arm to his face.

"Hoon-Ah."

He makes a facial expression that I can't truly describe. He smiles, but... It's forced.

He lifts his sweatshirt's sleeve revealing his poultice and shifting it close to mine.

"Are we still friends?"