That night, Kim Yeo-ju couldn't fall asleep easily.
A small space set up on one side of the station office.
A small bed, an old bookshelf, and a creaking cupboard.
Even the smell of sunlight coming from the blanket didn't seem real.
Strangely enough,
This was a familiar space to stay in.
I didn't know who made this or how long it had been around.
It felt like something left behind by people who had been there.
When I closed my eyes and opened them again
The heroine was in an unfamiliar dream.
Oneself working hard on something.
A faded landscape like a black and white photograph.
Blank names, torn stamps,
And after they're all written, they must be burned.
"……what."
The heroine threw off the blanket and got up from her bed.
My head was spinning.
It was too vague to be a memory, and too vivid to be a dream.
The lights in the living room of the station office were off.
But... the warehouse door was slightly open.
“What is this place…”
In a small, dark room.
In the warehouse, among dusty objects and old documents,
There was a small wooden box lying there.
Suddenly.
The moment the heroine opens the lid—
Letters poured out from within.
All letters that were not sent.
Letter without address,
A letter with no recipient,
Or… a letter with only a name left.
At that moment, someone's voice was heard.
“Do you want to read?”
The heroine turned around in surprise.
Station attendant. Won Bin was standing at the door.
“…How long have you been there?”
“From the beginning. The warehouse was originally off-limits…”
“…I’m sorry. I just—I was just curious about what this was.”
He walked slowly.
His gaze as he looked at the letter did not waver at all.
“This is it.
“These are letters left by people who passed through this station.”
“Who are you sending it to?”
“To yourself.”
“…To you?”
“Or, to something you want to remember as the last thing before you leave.”
Those words strangely touched the heroine's heart.
“Everyone writes letters at this station.
Things I couldn't say, feelings I couldn't convey,
“Names buried in my memory.”
“And you… burn it?”
“Yes. The method to erase memories at this station is very simple.
“After writing, I just throw it away. Without even reading it.”
The heroine stared blankly at the letter in the box.
Then he took one out and carefully unfolded it.
Crooked handwriting.
Ink smear.
The writing began like this.
“I’m thinking, ‘Is it okay to forget you now?’”
The heroine swallowed her breath.
My hands were shaking strangely, even though I didn't write it myself.
As if someone's true feelings still remain.
“…Why are you showing me this?”
He answered.
“I didn’t mean to show you.
But, since Ms. Kim Yeo-ju brought it out.”
“…Then should I write it too?”
“You can use it, or you can choose not to use it.”
“But you said I couldn’t leave if I didn’t use it.”
“Those who cannot leave,
“He’s a person who has never once told his own story.”
The heroine quietly put the letter back in the box.
Suddenly, I felt something tightly bound in my heart shake.
“If I want to write a letter… where should I start?”
Won Bin smiled.
This time I really laughed.
A little longer, a little warmer.
“…That is,
“From when no one knew.”
Continued in the next episode >>>>>>>