Short story (made up of words)

Episode 1: Flower Bottle

*Yeoju City Point

I had a really hard time today...?

I've never lost an argument with anyone...

I guess that wasn't a good thing.

Before, I used to think, 'No one can beat me with words. If you're going to attack, then attack me.'

I realized this when I had an argument with Jihoon today.

I won the argument. It wasn't by persuasion, but by insisting on something I thought was wrong.

So I guess that's why my friends left me one by one.

Why?

Well, if I didn't like something, I would ignore my friend and try to win them over with words.

I'm starting to hate myself now. I'm starting to hate myself.

Why did I think of my friends as enemies? Why did I try to win?

Knowing that hurting someone with words hurts more than hitting them directly.

Knowing better than anyone else.

Why did it happen like that? It's pathetic.

When I fought with Jihoon earlier, I keep thinking about what he said.

"Do I have to try to find out?"

"This isn't about arguing..."

"I think it's enough to consider."

"...Sorry."

I, Jihoon, now as beautiful as a flower. No, maybe even more beautiful than a flower.

I want to acknowledge you, give in once in a while, and hug you so you don't get hurt.

Like a vase that protects flowers.

Do you know what a porcelain vase looks like?

You cut the dirt with a knife and carve pretty shapes into it.

I want to do that too. Rather than blaming others and crying.

If you sacrifice for others and protect what is precious to you,

Me, who was cut down with a knife. Me, who was sacrificed for others.

If it was sacrificed to create a beautiful pattern.

Even if the outside isn't pretty, isn't the inside more beautiful than anyone else?

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I just decided on this word!

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I'll decide and use it until you recommend a word!

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Also.. I'm using something like this for the first time, so it's awkward, so please understand!