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It's not that I keep doing it, it's that I can't stop...
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I had breakfast and got ready to go out.
Since it hurts... it'll stay still, right...?
“I… I have to go. If you’re bored being alone, go to the hospital.”
You don't have to worry about it. Well, this isn't the first time this has happened.
I was dumbfounded by the situation and the fact that I was having a conversation like this with someone I had just met.
As I came out, the cleaning lady in the hallway was startled.
“Ah... haha... well....”
“Miss, what is this? Blood...?”
Ah... I got a little hurt... haha. Sorry... I forgot to wipe it... haha.
“Well, as long as the person is safe, that’s all that matters~ The person is safe, right?”
“Ah, yes! Thank you...”
I quietly slipped outside. I recalled what the man had said just before I left—that this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. What on earth could be going on...
That man was still... ‘that man’ or ‘that person’.
Should I have at least asked for their name...?
What do you mean by name! We don't even see each other often...
I was tormented by that thought all day long.
The man's blood. The man's wound. And the metallic smell of blood vibrating the nose...
What a coincidence...
“Hey, Jia!”
Yun did.
“Oh… you’re here…?”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Just this and that...”
“Want to have a drink today? It’s been a while! How about over to your place??”
I was about to shout "Call...!" but closed my mouth.
It was because the man's face popped into my head.
“I don’t think I can do it today… Sorry… How about tomorrow?”
“I’m fine… Is something wrong…?”
“No... nothing's wrong... I'm just tired...”
"okay."
Yunha is kind. For some reason, it feels less like a friend and more like someone who takes care of me...
Still, as long as that man is around, I cannot bring Yunha to my house. I don't know what he does for a living, or if he is a good person or a bad one, and it was enough that I was the only one who had to meet someone like that.
Ding-ding-
I unlocked the door and went into the room.
For some reason, it felt like a cooler breeze was blowing than usual.
"hey...?"
When I went into the living room, the veranda door was open.
Did... he/she go...? Out the window, of all places...? Dragging that body along...?
I actually felt at ease.
I'd rather... whatever happens to him... he has nothing to do with me anymore....
The cold night air blew coolly through the open veranda window.
I tried to forget it, thinking of it as just a dream.
And while hanging the laundry,
Black jacket, shirt, and ripped pants.
I absolutely couldn't forget it.
Even so, that person did not return.