"Abracadabra-"
When I was little, I knew I had a very special ability. Mom and Dad kept it a secret, saying they would protect me, but people around me heard rumors and came to my house, causing trouble. Because of this ability, I was always being chased around by adults. Oh, and what is this special ability?
"Please make Kim Taehyung like me."
AbracadabraIt is said that if you say this and then add whatever you want, anything will come true. I observed this several times to see if it would work for other people, but it seemed like this magic spell worked 'only for me'.
I've never thought of it negatively in my life. It gives me anything I want. I've used my abilities to achieve everything I want. Money, luck, relationships... That's how it's been.
"I like you, Taehyung."
"Who are you?"
Kim Tae-hyung, the student body president of our school and the one everyone in the school has a crush on.
Why don't you get through?
"Who are you?"
On a winter day with a cold wind blowing, I confessed to Kim Taehyung at the back gate of the school... but it was a pleasant surprise. It was the first time my spell hadn't worked. I felt ashamed of the way he frowned and looked down at me, wondering what the problem was.
Actually, I don't really like or want Kim Taehyung that much. I just thought I'd be the envy of everyone if I dated him, so I confessed lightly. Naturally, I planned the skinship and the breakup, thinking I'd get a confession.
"No, why?"
"I don't like it."
I had lived a comfortable life without any particular problems, but then a huge crisis came. It was then that I began to break down. My abilities were running wild, and... my heart was pounding wildly.
"I don't like you either, do I?"
"Hye-eun, good morning."
Kim Taehyung, perhaps understanding the human heart, greets the person he's been ignoring with a bright smile. Even though he pretends not to see her and blatantly ignores her, she keeps coming closer. He's crossed a line I told him not to cross, and I'm caught in the vortex that is you, unable to escape. As time passes, I sink deeper and deeper into her.
When I came to, we had exchanged numbers and were now in touch occasionally about trivial matters. It felt new. It felt more alive, even if unstable, than when I lived with a beginning and an ending of my own choosing. Not knowing what would happen made it more fun and enjoyable.
Late one winter night the following year, I found myself facing Kim Taehyung, wearing the same scarf I'd worn when we first met. Under the dim streetlights, you made the light even brighter.
"what's the matter?"
"Kim Taehyung, I think I was able to change thanks to you."
You were the one who stopped me from running blindly, relying solely on that magic spell, without even setting a purpose in life, just looking to what others thought. Thanks to you, I was able to see things a little more broadly, and my first purpose in life was established. Since meeting you, I've stopped reciting spells and have dedicated myself to achieving my goals.
"I really like you"
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Was I like that too, like the snow fluttering in the cold wind?
"This is the second time, I like someone."
I knew that my nose, ears, and cheeks were flushed by the lonely wind, but I still expected it. Tears like rat droppings flowed down my face, as if I were the only one mistaken. You were always this kind to everyone, weren't you? Even now, you gently stroke my cheek with your large hands.
I covered my reddening ears. Not out of shame, not out of fear that you might see, but out of me.
Weekend morning at home
"Ah, that dream..."
I've been having the same dream a lot lately. It's not exactly the same, just a few small changes. When I wake up from it, I forget most of my memories, but I feel a surge of emotion.
"Did I cry again?"
The round tear stains on the pillow seemed to have been there not long ago. I always cried after having that dream.
"Isn't this a parallel universe or something? LOL"
...
"I should eat something."
I covered my reddened ears. Not out of shame, in case you saw, but to block out the whispers of temptation ringing in my ears.
Abu, La Cadabra,
No, I won't.
Because you promised me...
"What a waste. I could have eaten it."
"Good night, pretty girl."