My heart was raising like the sound of a carpenter using a mallet to destroy a wall. My tears were dripping like the short but heavy rain.
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She ran hard, the words Kim Dok-Ja wrote the only things occupying her thoughts.
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Those words… she’d forget them all.
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She’d forget the memories of the 1863rd turn.
And she’d also forget the fact that she wrote a certain novel, as well.
[Your Fable is disappearing.]
She’d forget that a story existed just for its sole reader.
However, even then, even if she forgot everything….
⸢Han Su-Yeong’s running slowly came to a halt.⸥
There he was. A man who existed only as texts for a long, long time ever since that day she last saw him in the hospital’s emergency ward.
⸢In the distance, Kim Dok-Ja was walking forward.⸥
That was the exact same face of Kim Dok-Ja she remembered.
The man who came to her 1863rd regression turn. The man who she wanted to see again. The detestable man with his own brand of ass-kissing. The man who lied really easily. The man who she enjoyed being around, since they could lie about something together and snicker among themselves.
“—”
The man, who didn’t remember her.
