episode_0007

White hair is a graveyard flower.

When the math teacher, whose hair was already gray, entered the class, Jena tried to recall a rarely used German proverb.

A phrase that is consistent with “Let black hair grow green”.

I try to shake off my gloomy mood with miscellaneous thoughts, but it doesn’t work, so I just massage my chapped lips out of habit.

‘rain. ‘It’s raining like that day.’

The morning air was cold, and around 3rd or 4th period, raindrops fell steadily beyond the window.

It feels as if the sky is crying.

I solved the paper test all at once,

Yena crossed her arms and glanced at her childhood friend with narrow eyes.

I’m lying down and sleeping soundly…

Putting aside the fact that the math performance evaluation will be a mess, it is the same attitude as usual. Doesn’t blend in with anyone in the class.

However, it is clear that he has no intention of dying like the suicide in the prediction that ended with him turning dark blue.

Because you said you were planning to propose reconciliation.

The moment I heard that, I thought it was okay.

If I hadn’t accidentally kicked it, the two of you could have talked for a long time in the room… … .

‘Ugh, I ruined everything.’

A precognitive dream that foretells a terrible fate… I thought it was, but I was captivated by the fox’s prank.

There was no guarantee that everyone who stayed on the rooftop would fall to their death.

Of course, 99% of the conflict is that side’s fault, but-

It bothered me.

He shouted, “If you can’t bear it, then you should die.”

In fact, I know full well that there is no way that Jeonggyu would die first and leave, much less that it would happen right in front of my eyes.

For Yena, the presence of her childhood friend was like a lucky talisman that protected her from strong storms.

In a strange country called Korea.

From the neighborhood kids who teased me by pulling my extremely curly, light yellow hair.

From Jena herself, who is stupid, tactless, and has no talent in anything, including dexterity and athleticism.

She hated herself so much that she wanted to change,

Since I always had someone by my side to protect me, I was satisfied with being silly. I thought it would last forever, but-

-One day, her hero was ruined.

I visited him every day, forcing myself to smile, because I wanted him to protect me again, and to cheer me up and play with him again.

Because I can’t do anything without him.

Yeah, yeah. Maybe we can fix it again… .

However, I had a cruel realization.

Maybe you already knew.

What is in front of you is an ordinary, sad boy of the same age, not Yena’s hero.

Now it was Yena’s turn to lead him. I will change myself and prove it.

I studied hard and raised my grades so as not to be looked down upon by others.

People who are aware of makeup, make-up, hairstyle, etc., began to pay attention to information.

Although it was a calculated relationship, she always had her friends come around her.

changed. No, people only see Yena’s changed appearance.

I’m just acting out my ideal that I found in Jeong-Gyu when I was young.

The burden continued to pile up on my mind, and I endured the stiff days. For me to reach out first.

However, he is still crooked, servile, and doesn’t stop being sarcastic with his words. He considers her consideration to be more than interference but an infringement.

it’s annoying. What can you do on your own without me now?

Anger and disappointment toward the person who was destroyed built up and was not hidden.

Now there was only war.

Gyu-Jyu relies heavily on her father for financial reasons.

During the years leading up to the Cold War, the relationship continued unbreakably but fiercely.

If I had listened to her, I would have had a better outcome… Wow, was that really the case? A primal question lingers in my head.

‘It’s hard now.’

Gloomy sky. Rainy days are gray.

The gray matter that splattered in front of my eyes during my daydream was also gray. Gray is an ominous color.

Jeong-Gyu’s death, which happened for a very brief moment, dyed the sight before my eyes blue-grey. I realized something important.

-Now my heart wants to shout.

Maybe the red thread between him and me will not connect again.

They are crooked, grumpy, and of different status, so their generous heart should be respected just by putting up with it.

huh. I want to reconcile with Shin Jeong-gyu.

I want to be recognized for the change I have made, breaking away from the pathetic me I used to be. I’m not going to show myself weak again.

I will resist the trials again and again and again without giving in.

I never fall for the temptation that whispers in the shadows.

-More than anything, I want the two of us to be happy together.

That’s the promise.

***

“Oh, yes. Where are you going today? I decorated it.”

“The math test was difficult, right? It’s Yena. Help me solve the wrong problem~!”

“I wear my hair loose in front of my head. Do you usually do a lot of work?”

Yep! Yes, yes-! I’ll think about it.

The fact that the above three phrases are coming out of Yena’s mouth more often is a signal not to interfere, but no one notices.

-bothered. I’m tired of being pretentious.

Moreover, attention is only drawn to the hairstyle that stands out, not to the chapped lips.

No one is really looking at me straight.

Didn’t Jungkook recognize it right away?

‘It’s the hair I like the most… … .’

During lunch, I received a lot of compliments on my blond hair that was left out in pigtails. I couldn’t organize it because I was in a hurry because I was possessed by a dream.

I felt very uncomfortable.

At first, I just liked it because I spent a lot of time brushing and tying it, but now I feel empty if I don’t do it.

“I saw senior Yena studying alone at a cafe the other day.”

“Ahaha, I just saw it. I go here often because it’s a place I know.”

Even while chatting about various things, my attention is diverted elsewhere.

What should I do?

Are we really abandoning a relationship that lasted 12 years?

‘Hmph, I don’t like that. Do you think they’ll just let it break off unilaterally? By what right!? Even if I get hated by him, again-.’

During lunch time, I was so focused on my surroundings that I suddenly lost sight of my childhood friend. It went somewhere.

‘… … ‘Huh.’

-In the end, Shin Jeong-gyu did not return until the end of class.

I feel anxious.

I can’t explain it clearly, but the morning vision flickers in my eyes again.

Yena had a bad feeling, so she hurried away as soon as class ended.

***

Nakwon High School is a fairly large private high school.

The main building, the old building, the new building, and even a gymnasium under construction suspended by a red steel frame.

The rooftop was completely locked after Yena quickly ordered the manager, and the only place to go was the club room in the new building that was newly prepared.

There were a lot of people passing by around there, so it would be impossible to deceive her eyes and ears anymore. It was a measure to separate it from the boring wind instruments.

The piano is possible.

Others can also be understood with broad generosity.

however! why! Why would I touch something dangerous? Also on the horn. He must have fallen in love with his special days and nostalgia for his dead father.

‘it’s okay. I’m sure you know it yourself.’

As you enter the new [Literature and Information Department] club room, the smell of disinfectant is wafted along with the unique scent of a new home.

Jeong-Gyu’s back sitting on the leather sofa immediately comes into view.

When a vicious dog living near my house barked, I would immediately hide behind it.

It’s still reliable.

-no. What am I thinking-?

I guess she doesn’t react because she knows she’s the one who pretended to be popular but didn’t even move.

Can I just assume that you waited for me?

Honestly, I was relieved. If she wasn’t here, she would be overcome with anxiety.

“Shin Jeong-gyu, if you don’t want to graduate, you can skip classes or not. But don’t you know that tuition waiver is a blessing for our family? Since when did shame disappear?-.”

I close one eye and say something sassy.

Jeonggyu’s still lonely face doesn’t even move, so he lets out a short sigh. The medicine has really kicked in.

“… Are you still upset and not saying anything? It’s like you. If you exercise your right to remain silent, I will say what I want to say.”

apologize… … is not.

Rather than an apology, it is closer to a correction or notice.

I can’t bear to have my precious memories torn apart!

“You said you haven’t been happy since you met me, but you’re wrong. I’ll make sure of that much.”

You’re full of happy things, right? yes-?

Even if you don’t have to explain it, if you are a regular, you definitely know.

Over 10 years have passed and it has become too deep and ingrained to be easily denied.

Yena gets frustrated when he doesn’t answer, perhaps because he’s deep in thought, so he approaches her, extending his hand.

“D, are you listening? I’m sick of it now, so please don’t ignore me… . Uh, what?”

When I tap the head, which feels slightly below body temperature, it tilts to one side.

At first, I thought I had chapped lips like hers, as they were tinted red over pink.

no. The thing that was bursting was the tongue.

tongue.

The severed tongue was tattered and bleeding, and a sharp, bloody dagger was held in his hand.

I cut out my tongue… … ?

The amount of blood shed was small, but the skin was stained blue, probably due to difficulty breathing due to shock.

“Ugh… … . Don’t lie.”

Is this a dream? Could this be a nightmare?

Come to think of it, something strange happened this morning, right?

Hidden Cameras… ! I see Aren’t there hidden cameras in this room?

Unlike back then, the reason why it wasn’t a delusional death was because when my palm overlapped the cold back of his hand, I couldn’t feel the warmth of life.

The warm hands that held me and guided me everywhere when I was young have become stiff.

Spread it out. I won’t freak out and run away, so you can catch me-

therefore-

“… I was happy.”

Yena had decided not to cry anymore.

The tears were saved for the happy wedding that would happen someday.

So, what flows down your eyes is not tears, but just salt water.

“I’m glad you took the initiative to talk to me, who didn’t have the courage.”

Salty water runs down my white cheeks.

“I was very happy when they cut wild chrysanthemums and made a ring for me. To you, it’s still in my drawer like a postcard! I hoped the day would come when I could show you again.”

Salty water drips down my bloody knees.

“Ugh, hmmm. When I was in my second year of high school, I was secretly happy because we were in the same class for the first time in a long time… . I was originally going to say it first. So-”

In the end, what you can say is limited.

“I’m sorry.”

Sorry.

As expected, you’ve never been happy knowing me -?

I knelt down as if praying. And I cried endlessly.