When you do the ice skating wrong

04| A past I didn't want to remember

When you do the ice trick wrong_by. Gongbyeori

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That day, the world that Seo Yeo-ju knew collapsed.

Everything that day was blurred by fear, but Seowon's face, hidden behind everyone and smiling brightly, was clearly engraved.

"It's not me, please believe me..!!"

I clung to him, no, I begged so desperately that there was no bottom left to see, but all I got in return was a look of contempt and an uncontrollable surge of distrust.

"We believed it wasn't true either. There's no way you could do that."

lie,

"I trusted you, so how could you do this?"

lie,

"You're really the worst, Seo Yeo-ju."

It was all a lie. I had to realize that I had never been their friend, that I was just this light-hearted.

They didn't know what kind of face Han Seo-won was hiding behind that pretty smile, and I didn't know why or for what reason she was trying to gnaw at me.

" ....I'm sorry."

He was just a pathetic, pathetic beggar begging for my peace.

"Huh...Hey, don't do this..."

"Hey, Seo Yeo-ju, are you really crazy?"

"I told you we've been so nice to you lately."

"That X-year-old"

The peace so begged for didn't last long.

You cornered me with a blank expression, as if you were determined to take away all my happiness, and I became a bad kid who tormented you for no reason.

"You apologize to Seowon right now."

"If you don't apologize now, we'll never see you again."

You know,

" .......... "

" !!..kite, "

You know how low the despair that comes when the world falls apart can bring a person?

I knew it when I saw you. Pretending not to know even after seeing you is impossible. That didn't work out well, so that day, at that moment, my heart became hell, Yeonjun.

" ....Sorry. "

"Huh...?"

"Can you hear my voice like that?"

"I'm sorry, Seowon, it was my fault."

I hate you so much.

The early morning cold wind brushed my hair. I didn't realize it was quite high up here and it was very cold. I wonder if it's cold under the sky too.

My body was covered in wounds, my school uniform was torn to shreds, and there were shoe prints on it, and the pleasant smell of sewage was running down my body. My body and mind were both in shambles.

"Phew- Are you crying so hard, Seo Yeo-ju?"

I wanted nothing more. I had forgotten why I had to live, and I didn't know why I had to suffer so much. The hell I was thrown into without knowing anything was too much for an eighteen-year-old to handle.

"Just once..."

It was a pointless foolishness. That thin, thin strand of foolishness passed me by like that.

" ...... "

Without even knowing that your happiness is overflowing in the space left behind by me.