I was born of you.
One winter when the snow fell unusually thickly,
Crafted by your fingertips
Your warmth becomes your breath
I am here.
The small snowman that Soeun had clumsily made while drunk stood there all alone for a long time
I stared for a long time at those frozen red fingertips and the small figure receding into the distance.
For quite a while.
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"I told you not to do that! What do you expect to do!"
" ....... "
"Don't you know what it means to die? If blood stops flowing in your heart, you're going to die!"
"...I know. But I can't stop."
That small, clumsy snowman became human with the help of the Moon Messenger. No, to be precise, he had not yet lived out his full life, but due to a mistake by the Underworld, he inhabited a body on the brink of death and rose again. A human stripped of all emotions, told that blood should not flow through the heart because the original body was a snowman.
He worked himself to death for three years and entered the university as So-eun's junior, and was always by her side.
That was the problem. Blood had begun to circulate in his heart due to the warmth of So-eun, the one person he desired and longed for despite having no emotions. When blood circulates in the heart, warmth circulates in the body, and when warmth circulates, he dies.
Just as snow melts and seeps into the ground to disappear when spring comes.
However, he never once hesitated, nor did he waver.
My fingertips always tremble with the desire to give everything to Soeun without leaving anything behind, since it is going to disappear anyway.
Even though it became difficult to stand under the sun, he stayed there without showing a single sign of it.
"...It's okay. This spring will be warm. Just, think of me once in a while."
"I am here, born of you, hoping that your happiness will surely come."
Will you remember my name?
Choi Yeon-jun.
I, who hoped to become fertilizer for your spring within that small, clumsy snowman and that crumbling body,
Choi, it was the Fed.