Putting hope there too
Sometimes you use it as a stepping stone
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Chapter 24. The woman who gave me the sky
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While Yeoju chose an empty lot to gather the children, Jimin was trapped in a silence of longing. During that time, Jimin regressed to his childhood, even younger. He locked eyes with the person who would answer if asked who his first love was. Jimin had always called Yeoju a flower, giving her his first love. But Yeoju wasn't his first love. The warm embrace, the steady sound of his heartbeat. Trying to protect three-year-old Jimin from a pimp, that was his first love.
“....Who are you?”
Although he had expected it, it was a painful sound. Through the open door crack, he saw a small baby writhing. The woman was Jimin's only mother and hope, but to her, Jimin was just one of countless children passing by, a fact he had perhaps already guessed. Instead of answering the woman's question, Jimin embraced the small baby who crawled toward him. "Now I'll give you my mother. You will live a happier life than me."
“Heaven, come here... That won’t do...”
“.....”
The woman took the baby back in her arms. Before the woman who had given him the sky, Jimin was nothing. Jimin took out the candy and money he had kept in his pocket and handed them to the woman. The woman who had given him wisdom that reached the heavens never knew who Jimin was.
“Jimin? Where have you been?”
"Nowhere. Just."
I saw a man who looked like a whale flying in the sky.
The perceptive Yeoju saw sadness in Jimin's smiling face. The spring breeze had to be lonely. To spread hope to all those who, frozen in the cold, tried to avoid pain, she had to be diligent. She had to give up her own hope. It was the spring breeze's fate, and its pain.
“Once upon a time... there lived a shepherdess.”
A hopeless story offered hope. Children inevitably found hope within such stories, so perhaps the answer lay within their innocent words. The words uttered by that child, whose eyes resembled the universe.
“If the shepherdess and the prince met again by chance, would they love each other again?”
I couldn't answer.