We decided not to cross the line.

Episode 62. Festival

It was Saturday morning, when the festival began.

Just as I was finishing getting ready to go out, I heard a knock.




When I opened the front door, Miguel was standing there.




I'll wait outside until you're ready.





No, I'm all ready.

Let's go.






Since it is a festival held in such a picturesque place

Since hearing about the festival from Miguel last week

I waited with bated breath.





Of course, Maria and Antonio will go together.

I expected it, but Miguel was the only one outside the front door.





Weren't Maria and Antonio going together too?





My mother wasn't feeling well in the morning, so

He said he would go with his father later this afternoon.

My mother is not the type to miss a festival like this.





"Ah... are you sick?"





My mother was in an accident around this time.

I'm not sure if it's for psychological reasons, but

Even though it was a long time ago, whenever the month of the accident comes around

"Suffer both physically and emotionally."





I see. That must have been tough..




It was tough for my whole family back then.

Because of my mother's accident, my father was taking care of her.

I had also given up on the bar exam.





Ah... that's such a shame...

It wouldn't have been an easy decision to make..."

 



"however,

My father has never said that.

Rather, because he could be by his mother's side

They say it was a relief.

I'm telling you, I would have failed even if I had taken the test back then. Haha.





Miguel's words lingered in my mind.

I thought.




If I were Antonio..

Did I give up my dream and choose love?

If I were Maria...

Could I have made him choose me over his dream?





After listening to Miguel,



Was the choice I made the right one?



For the first time, I started to doubt my choice.




After spending time in Spain,

If I had met Hunji, my choice might have been different.
 




Antonio's choice, and Maria's love

It was very different from my decision, but,

I couldn't say it was wrong.


 


That day I came to Spain
 
I had the happiest day.

Watch the parade, buy and eat street food,

Chatting with Miguel, taking photos...




Perhaps because I am a stranger here

I don't know if I could have been happier and more joyful.





While having dinner together

I had a glass of beer.




Miguel asked with a flushed face.



Why did you come to Spain?

Because my mother wanted to live in a new place

He told me that he came to Spain.

Is that all?




Miguel's eyes, full of curiosity, thought of Maria.





It was around the time I was getting a little bored with my life.

Life is no longer fun,

I felt like every day was meaningless.

I want to try starting over in a new place

I had that thought.

And, breaking up with the person I was seeing was also

It became the catalyst for my decision.





May I ask why you broke up?

If you are still unable to speak, you don't have to.




The reason...we ended up breaking up is..

That I am a stumbling block to his success

I had a thought.

It was hard to endure that situation.




A stumbling block? Why?

Did you hinder that person's success?




Judging by his expression,

The very word 'stumbling block' seemed to sound unfamiliar.




Disruption...can you call it a disruption?

If I had stayed in Korea

It might have been a hindrance.





The other person also broke up with you,

Did you choose to succeed?





"...That's not it.

Breaking up was my choice, but,

It probably turned out that way in the end.
 



Miguel had a look of incomprehension.




How can you do something you haven't experienced like that?

Do you speak with confidence?





Because based on experience, I thought that was highly likely.





Even cases where all possibilities always produce the same result

That's not true.

It's not even a math formula...

It's life, and it's human affairs..





I listened to Miguel, but I couldn't give a response.





It feels like the values ​​I believed in are crumbling

I couldn't shake the feeling.
 




After returning home that night,

I took a shower and sat on the bed

I transferred the photos taken at the festival to my laptop.




While looking at the photos taken with Miguel,

If only I had spent such precious time with him

I thought about how good it must have been.




Having come all the way here, I haven't seen that person for a single day.

There wasn't a single day I didn't think about it...



"How did you get my email address?"