My teacher

Time does not wait for me

The world keeps turning despite my sadness.

Time passes, the sun rises, and I go to school just like before.

I have to hold onto my unstable sanity, walk and walk to school, and force myself to face that face.

Should I cling to you... Then maybe you'll pay me some attention...? The first time trying to be the subordinate rather than the superior.

It's miserable..

The voice heard as I flopped down as if grumbling

강의건

Hey, you wear this.

여주

...why?

As I spoke while looking at the zip-up jacket Uigeon had tossed to me, he sighed deeply and pointed at my neck.

강의건

Seeing that, Ha Sung-woon is really going crazy today.

He nodded at Ui-geon's words, put on Ui-geon's large zip-up jacket, turned his head to look at Ui-geon again, and asked.

여주

hey

강의건

what

여주

Why do you hang out with me?

강의건

That's ridiculous.

여주

... That's ridiculous. It's not like I'm being friendly to you.

강의건

If you know how, try doing it that way.

Eui-geon tapped my forehead and smirked.

Actually, Seong-un... Gandhi could roughly guess how he was feeling... but Ui-geon was a bit puzzled.

The way he's subtly... nice to me.

It seemed like there wouldn't be any benefit, so it was strange that he was next to me, but I liked it.

If only I had been ordinary like the others, things wouldn't have turned out this way...

I felt like I had a fever, perhaps because I was catching a slight cold.

The female protagonist closes her eyes while lying face down..

—Recollection

You have to laugh.

He said he absolutely hated crying.

Me standing in front of my mother holding the switch, with a smiling face

He endures the beatings many times.

This place was a terrible place for me... yet it was my only home.

It was a childhood where having no happy memories was just the norm.

Every day was painful and every day was difficult.

All alone in a world where there is no one to tell me how to endure those times

I forced myself to endure that time.

That's when I realized... that no matter what the moment, time doesn't wait for me.

There's no way I could have been normal in the time that has passed like that...

I, who was tightly shut inside and rarely opened my mouth, who didn't even ask why I was being beaten when I was being hit

My first thought upon learning about the adoption was...

I thought it was a relief.

So it wasn't my mother...

Maybe I could have lived a less painful life.

That thought came to mind and filled my head, but

In the end, the fact that I was a person who was abandoned did not change.

Starting from that day, I began to want love.

Something that cannot be filled no matter how much you receive...

It feels like I need to receive love with proof every time, just like drying up from thirst... in order to survive...