Ten days after the last meeting, Yeoju was devastated. Neither her body nor her mind were in good shape. Concerned, the center director brought in several recovery patients to attempt treatment, but
"Treatment,"
"...."
"There is no cure."
There was no way she could become an Ignore heroine. With a look of loss, no, the heroine who had lost everything remained silent after Yoongi turned his back on her.
The center director, of course, and the entire center were completely devoted to the heroine. Losing one of the world's few Ignore Sentinels would have global repercussions. The most difficult thing for the heroine was ultimately the people who relied on her abilities to save her.
I am.
I tell them.
What kind of being could it be?
Are they just puppets or robots that follow their commands? Or,
Was he just an asshole?
A period instead of a question mark. The heroine defined it.
I am,
๊ทธ๋ค์ ๊ฐ์๋ผ์๋ค.
A time when neither the moon nor the sun existed. Someone knocked loudly on the female protagonist's door. Her hot breath burst into the room, still clinging to the chilly dawn air. "You didn't close the window," she said. A short sigh was cut short by the sound of another knock.
Yeoju slowly opened the door, and standing before her was Namjoon, his eyes gleaming purple and drenched in alcohol, staring at her. As soon as the door opened just wide enough for her to reach out, he grabbed Yeoju's wrist with a frighteningly large hand.
"Nam, Namjoon."
"I can't read it."
"...."
"Why, why can't I read it?"
"Namjoon."
"Please release that ability. Please."
Please. Please. Lady. I don't want to hate you.
Psychometry. Namjoon, who can read memories wherever he touches, knew full well he couldn't read Yeoju's memories. He even hugged her to try.
"Namjoon."
"please."
"namjun kim."
"My lady."
"...."
Why you.
"That's the ability."
"...."
"Why were you born with such a weird ability?"
Why you.
I'm misleading you.
Why did you leave me?
Throw it away. At those words, the female protagonist wrapped her arms around Namjoon's neck. Please, read it. Please read it and save me, Namjoon. Don't throw it away.
but
There was no mercy in the cruel reality.
Namjoon's mind was completely black. Pushing away the female protagonist, who could only read the darkness, he frantically reached for the picture frame hanging on the wall.
"Hey! Aren't you coming quickly?"
"Namjoon, you've grown a bit taller?"
"Haven't I grown up too?"
"Yoongi, I'm sorry, but you're the same."
"Do you want to fight?"
"sorry."
Memories so vivid they almost make you want to resent them dispel the darkness. His violet eyes return to black, and tears cling to the sharp corners of Namjoon's eyes.
Yeoju doesn't know, but today, the personal information of all the Sentinels and Guides at the Center was leaked to the anti-government. Only Yeoju's team. Except for that team. Suspicion deepened and certainty blossomed today. Unable to accept the reality, Namjoon poured himself a drink and sought out Yeoju. He was the only one who could know the truth. He wanted to believe it.
however.
Finally. I couldn't read it till the end. Namjoon,
"At least you."
"...."
"That wouldn't have been right."
"... namjun kim."
"You can't do that, even for our sake..."
I lost my mind.
She opened her eyes. Instead of the cold air, a humid, hot air lingered in the room. The memory of a few hours ago was so vivid that Yeoju wept. It was cruel that the scene she had wished was a dream was now reality. Now, the brief sadness was more vivid than the long happiness. The incomparable moments made her cry even harder.
Namjoon. Namjoon. Kim Namjoon.
please.
Please don't leave me.
I swallowed words that no one could hear. I greeted the morning of the final meeting.
Sentinel, please.
Answer the questions asked.
The final meeting, akin to a judgment, has begun. Betraying the center will result in punishment, ranging from service to expulsion. Punishment is determined by the severity of the crime, and shunning from society is a fleeting possibility. Yeoju had to somehow escape this misunderstanding.
In the tense atmosphere, the center director asked the female protagonist once more.
Sentinel, please.
Let me ask you again.
Why you.
"Did you betray the center?"
The director's tone, as if mercy had been abandoned, made the heroine raise a corner of her mouth. A polluted society judges and defines itself solely by its own convictions. It's absurd, yet true, and therefore impossible to laugh at.
The haggard-looking heroine scanned her surroundings with empty eyes. She looked at the center director, the center's top brass, and even her precious team members. Each of them stared at her as if they were looking at her like a monster.
Answer me.
Why you.
Did you abandon the center?
She, who tried not to show her tears to anyone, looked at the center director's seat, fixed her gaze on it, and asked everyone.
Then I'll ask you too.
You guys.
Why are you leaving me?
Silence. In the suffocating silence, no one can speak. I ask, "Why are you abandoning me?" Answer me. Answer me!!!
Go crazy.
She, who I'd thought would be unwavering in her emotions and ignore everything, clutches the hem of my clothes and breaks down. Still, no one comes forward to offer comfort. In the conference room, filled with the sound of gasping sobs, Yoon-ki's voice cuts through.
"What was thrown away,"
"...."
"We have abandoned our faith."
"iced coffee..."
"It was you who abandoned us, abandoned me."
It's you. Please do it.
Why, are you the only one pretending to be in pain?
Who is suffering the most?
you,
Even if it's out of guilt, you shouldn't cry.
Thud. The sobs stopped with a dull thud. After the final, desperate burst of tears, the heroine's eyes unfocused. Guilt. Yes. It was all my fault. If I hadn't been here. If I hadn't met you.
If I had never been born.
You,
Were you happy?
So I.
I am.
It had to be thrown away.