Kim Yeo-ju picked up the pen.
It was difficult to relax and even decide on a starting point.
With the white paper in front of me, my mind became even more complicated.
“I don’t even know what I want to write.”
She muttered softly.
Won Bin leaned against the window without saying anything.
The light was dim and the wind was quiet.
At this station, where time seems to have stopped,
The speed of the mind was the only thing that flowed.
“Just try it.
“There are times when words come out before thoughts.”
Won Bin's voice has always been like that.
A delicate distance that is neither overly affectionate nor indifferent.
As if it were a way of speaking that could only be used with someone you've known for a long time.
The heroine bowed her head.
And then I put pen to paper.
Her first sentence… came out surprisingly quietly.
“You wouldn’t know.”
My hands wouldn't stop.
The pen tip moved along the paper,
From deep within my heart, shattered pieces flowed out.
“How long have I waited for you,
How many times did you pretend to smile,
You have no idea how I let you go, pretending nothing happened.”
The writing is blurred.
Tears fell onto the paper.
I didn't mean to cry,
Memories always arrive before emotions.
“…Why does it hurt so much?”
She looked down at the paper and bit her lip in silence.
for a moment,
At that moment, a tinkling sound like a bell was heard from somewhere.
I looked up, at the end of the platform outside the window.
I saw someone standing there.
A faint human figure.
The sight of him limping as he walked,
And the flowing cardigan sleeves.
The heroine held her breath.
"…no way."
It was so similar to the silhouette of someone buried somewhere in her memory.
“Who is that person…”
As she spoke softly, Won Bin turned his head and looked outside.
“…That’s a name you should know.”
“But… why is that person here?
If it's a memory, shouldn't it just be in a dream?"
“I don’t remember.
“This is closer to a trace.”
He looked out the window and spoke quietly.
“Those who cannot leave
Stay at this station.
And those who couldn't leave... come back here."
At those words, the female protagonist's breath stopped for a moment.
“So… is that person still here?”
“As long as you hold on, yes.”
She looked down at the paper.
The sentence I just wrote felt like I was being held captive by that person.
“You wouldn’t know.”
Those words were true to the heroine herself.
Those were the last words I left for that person.
That night, the heroine couldn't finish the letter.
I stared blankly at the paper for a long time.
I just fell asleep lying face down on the desk.
And I had a dream.
The moment I called someone,
The back of someone walking away without looking back,
The air on a rainy day.
and
The last words he said.
“That day, there was something I really wanted to say…
But I thought it was right to just let it go.”
When I opened my eyes,
Kim Yeo-ju's fingertips were still gripping the pen.
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