I put the album and diary back in their place.
The sun was rising and the girl was lying next to the bed where Seungwoo was lying.
Wow, I stayed up all night with my eyes wide open.
''..um..um..''
Seungwoo couldn't even remember what happened and was comforted by himself.
I took off the blanket that was covering me.
''..Are you awake?''
''Yeah... did you sleep well?''
''... yes''
''I... came home yesterday.''
''..yes''
''Do you want breakfast?''
''.... yes''
The girl had no idea what to do. What answer should she give?
Hey, I can't even make eye contact, so how can I possibly grasp anything?
The bowl contained soup and bread, and the girl was stirring the spoon.
I just kept stirring until the soup cooled down.
''..You don't want to eat? Should I give you something else?''
''.... no''
"Where does it hurt? Do you have any allergies?"
''no..''
"Why, if you're sleepy, do you want to sleep more?"
''..That's not it.''
''.. Okay, you're not going to eat it?''
''yes''
Seungwoo cleared the dishes and wiped the table.
''...Sir, I have a question.''
''What are you curious about??''
''...uncle's name''
The girl asks. Seungwoo stops wiping his hands.
''Why do you wonder?''
''.. no''
Seungwoo's expression changed in an instant. He smiled, then looked worried.
The girl's emotional expression hardened and she had no answer to this.
This is because I had a strong feeling that this was the answer I had been thinking of.
It is clear that the name is Han Seung-woo. It is written in the diary like that.
Since I was there, I never asked the girl her name. Why?
If you ask me who it is, I guess I hope the girl is that woman, so maybe they
The name of the person who called this was Han Seung-woo, so the name has more meaning than you might think.
It causes an angle. The impact of those three letters is on the girl and the old man.
It will be possible to completely separate the two.
"If you're uncomfortable with the title, just call me Vettel... My name is Vettel."
''...lie''
''...Hey, let's stop there and not cross the line.''
It must have been the first time he had seen her. The girl quickly averted her eyes, and Seungwoo
I wiped the table again. I was kind, but I didn't empathize.
Well, it was emotional, but not touching. Even Seungwoo's subtle
His arms were shaking.
Seungwoo hasn't forgotten the past, the past. No, he can't forget the past.
How can one so easily forget the deaths of one's friends and loved ones?
Is it? But maybe it can be buried?
The girl went into the bathroom. She didn't come out. She was the only one.
It was a space of. The structure of the house was unusual in that it had no rooms. It was open.
It was a rectangular house with eight beds, eight chairs, and an eight-person table.
A large TV, a large kitchen, everything was in a rectangular house.
The military cannot have its own space,
Seungwoo noticed that the girl had gone into the bathroom. The door to the house was locked.
Because it was winter. Even so, Seungwoo also left it there for nearly two hours.
There must have been a need to organize God's thoughts.
''Come here''
''...yes''
''Sorry''
I knew Seungwoo was clearly upset when he said that. I was surprised, but I didn't say anything.
I felt like I had touched something I shouldn't have. It hurt.
''..to be honest, everything''
Seungwoo took a deep breath and asked the girl. He felt a sense of pressure.
The voice trembled slightly.
''... sorry''
''....''
''That's... I was putting it away and... I saw the album and diary.''
''..okay''
Seungwoo's face turned bright red, and his eyebrows rose. His voice
As expected, I was nervous.
''..Sir, who is that woman..?''
''..the person I loved''
''You look so much like me''
''.. know''
''I wish I were that woman, right?''