"...."
"yunki min."
"... are you here?"
"You, are you okay?"
"are you okay."
Everything is okay.
Everything will be okay.
"... It's not okay."
"...."
Funeral home. There was no one else in that space besides you and me. Maybe that was why the sound of my tears hitting the floor was several times louder.
Mom. Mom. Mom. The person who was my world and my existence. She was engulfed in flames with a bright smile until the very end.
He left me with just one photo.
Selfish person.
Take me too. Me too.
Take me with you.
"...Ma'am."
"...."
"why,"
"...."
"Why, why, are you leaving her alone?"
"...."
"Yoon-gi, how do you live? Then."
Anti-government.
They made mom like this.
They,
They..
"... please do it."
"...."
"center."
"...."
"If we go there, will the anti-government people die?"
"... huh."
You can do it.
I'll help you.
So please live.
Your earnest words changed me.
"... S-class guide."
Those cruel facts changed me again.
Those who changed like that.
"Haeyoju has been marked with the suspicion of being anti-government. Your group's opinion will be reflected in deciding whether to cease or continue activities."
What if you follow?
"If there is no word, we will not stop our activities,"
"stop,"
"Please stop."
When I bring that up.
"We have to cut off the sprout. Anti-government."
How painful it was.
"Please stop it"
Are you out of breath?
You shouldn't be suspected even once. You were the one who was acknowledged. You were the one who escaped suspicion the fastest. But why is it different this time? Are you speechless? Are you dumbfounded?
or not.
"You can do it."
Because it's real.
"I'll help you."
You can't speak?