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18. I'll turn around
The house was quiet. The calm silence characteristic of the early morning air enveloped the living room.
Myeongho quietly went to the kitchen, poured himself a cup of cold water, and gulped it down. But—his heart didn't cool down.
He took a deep breath and gently ran his hand through his hair.
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‘… I’m going crazy, really…’
He slowly leans against the window, holding the vibration in his chest that does not cool even in cold water.
Outside, darkness was preparing for morning, but Myungho's thoughts were still stuck in that moment a few hours ago.
My fingertips naturally trace the hem of my shirt.
That part of her that she held onto tightly and wouldn't let go of while drunk—it seemed like her body heat still lingered.
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‘…Why is that feeling still vivid…?
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This is weird. Why am I doing this…’
He stared out the window in silence, then sighed, his shoulders shaking, and sat down on the sofa.
Tilt your head toward the ceiling.
The ceiling was devoid of any distinct light, but her face kept appearing in Myeong-ho's eyes.
Myeongho muttered to himself.
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“…This won’t work. I’m…really…
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....ah.."
The sensation left on my fingertips quietly knocks deep in my heart.
Soft sunlight seeps through the gaps in the curtains, slowly illuminating the room.
One quiet morning, Seyeon suddenly opens her eyes from under the blanket.
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“Ugh…! Going to work—!”
He jumps up, throwing off the blanket with a confused look on his face.
But outside the window, it's peaceful and quiet. Parked cars, lingering sunlight.
Only then does she rummage through the blankets and pick up her phone to check her watch.
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“…Ah… It’s the weekend… Haha…”
Seyeon's nerves eased, and the tension subsided. But soon, a strange sense of unease crept over her face.
The scenes from last night were blurry and tangled in my mind.
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‘But… yesterday… how did you get home?
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My memory is… hazy… I feel like… someone brought me here…
Her pupils grow bigger and bigger.
His hand slowly rises to his forehead, his expression distorted by a mixture of fear and shame.
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“Did I say something strange…?
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No, surely… I didn’t make a mistake, did I? Seriously, why can’t I remember…?”
She pulls the blanket over her head. Inside, she cries out softly but desperately.
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Ugh... It's scarier not to remember!! Please... tell me nothing happened...
Her shoulders, curled up small under the blanket, shake.
My heart is beating anxiously,
I ask myself again what I must have looked like last night—the thought is frightening.