[Short story] Above the rolling waves.

Oh, just

-I don't want to live.

Those were the first words I uttered while looking at the crashing waves.

A dirty, hard life was killing me and suffocating me.

I haven't even lived half my life yet, so what's so hard about wanting to die?

Damn, people didn't understand my life. Even the comforting words of "cheer up" weren't sincere.

I wanted to shout, "If you die, how will I live? Don't lie. You'll live well without me."

I thought everything was fine if they just threw out some fancy words. I didn't realize the depth of disappointment that would come when I realized they weren't sincere.

People did.

Not knowing that even the smallest actions could cause harm, he killed so many people.

I don't have the strength to live anymore. Don't die? You say that, but you don't put it into practice.

Ah, I can't hold on. Writing, my only support, has abandoned me. My fervent dream of becoming a writer is crumbling.

I really can't tell if this place is real or an illusion.

Is it because I've been hurt so much?

I feel nothing anymore. I'm exhausted. That's all I could say to describe my state.

I just want to close my eyes. I don't care how, I just want to die.

I looked at the sun that seemed to be swallowed by the rolling waves.

Ah, ah, I stood precariously on the cliff, dragging my tired body.

Phu ung dung-. The sun, swallowed by the sea, sank, emitting a faint light.

Finally, it was dark.

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[Breaking news. A decomposed female body has been discovered off the coast of ○○. The body, discovered by Mr. Kim, who discovered the woman trapped between rocks and reported it to the Coast Guard, has been determined to be a suicide. The identity of the victim is currently under investigation. Thank you.]

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I'm tired.