The paper I received that day was still on the desk.
I didn't throw it away, nor did I organize it.
There wasn't much content.
Handwriting, one sentence.
The sentence that person suggested I include in the presentation script.
“The more you think, the simpler your words seem to become.”
It's just one line
That kept going through my head.
That face that spoke without any emotion.
There was also a strangely long silence.
I wasn't trying to understand.
Just, why would something like that come out of that person's mouth?
That thought kept stopping me.
I saw him again in the classroom the next day.
He was quiet as always.
There was no reaction to the professor's words,
I was organizing something on my laptop.
When I put my bag down
He raised his head.
Our eyes met for a moment,
This time, he nodded first.
I was greeted briefly,
That was all.
There was no word.
But somehow,
The silence didn't feel awkward.
When it was lunchtime
A message appeared in the group chat.
Kim Seung-min:
“I think the tone of the material can be maintained as it is now.
“I’ll make a new version with just a few changes to the configuration.”
As expected, the words are well organized.
Short, clear sentences.
It ended without me having to add anything more.
But something was strange.
I said that one sentence that was nothing
I was writing it down on paper.
It wasn't the same handwriting.
Just like copying.
“The more you think, the simpler your words seem to become.”
I turned the paper over.
I tried not to attach any meaning to it.
That I care
It seemed like my handwriting was recognized first.