Our friendship started much after all of this happened, after Eunsook changed, became who she is now.
The curse of beauty- not letting her trust, not letting her love. She lived this life for 18 long years. And she was through.
“They were all self-inflicted problems, I think. If I had tried to put forth even a little effort, I could have solved them easily,” she said to me.
But that day, the first day of summer vacation, she did not think that. She took off early in the morning before her mother woke up. She worked too hard as it was and she didn’t need to see her only daughter’s body dangling from their dingy chandelier when she came home from work. Or, at least, that was what Eunsook told herself as she walked through the forest near her neighborhood.
She had never been inside it before, and she held nothing in her hands save for a piece of rope and a sheet of paper with instructions on how to tie a noose scribbled down. She came to a tall pine tree and looked both ways. It was too close to the road. She had better move in deeper into the forest so that nobody saw and tried to stop her. At the next tree, she had to crane her neck to see the road, but there was still a chance that someone could see. At the fourth, she swore up and down that she could hear a car. At the seventh, she realized that the trail had disappeared. At the tenth, she thought she saw a bear. At the fifteenth, she could see a clearing in the distance.
I asked her why she decided to go check it out. Her response was “It was 2:53 PM. Isn’t that a strange time to die? 3:00 PM would be more dramatic.”
As she walked into the clearing, she could see a castle. Or what remained of it; it could barely be considered a castle. An entire wing was charred black, setting a stark contrast with both the forest and the remaining, ivy-covered ashen stones. Now, you see, normal people wouldn’t wander into a building as menacing as this one. But Eunsook wasn’t normal. She had always adored fairy tales. In their world, the beautiful were happy. You might think her delusional to believe that, outside of those fables, beauty precluded happiness, but, dear readers, she honestly felt so. And here was a piece of the fairy tale world right before her eyes.
Or maybe she just wanted something to distract her from her suicide attempt.
Either way, Eunsook decided to try it out: she pushed at the large wooden doors to find that they were already unlocked and ajar.
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The piano’s melody echoed through the entire castle. Eunsook closed the door lightly behind her. There was no one in sight, so she guessed that it was coming from the second floor. It was a sorrowful tune, and behind the heavy notes, Eunsook could hear a metronome clicking.
She began to dance to the tune, forgetting where she was and what she had been doing. She did a mock ballroom dance, tripping up and down the corridor. She didn’t know what she was doing- perhaps a mixture of the tango and the waltz? She wasn’t not too sure- she never was the most graceful of women. She was doing all right, until she accidentally ran into an expensive-looking vase and knocked it down.
Eunsook didn’t think it was too bad- after all, the vase wasn’t even broken. But apparently, the piano player thought it was. The music stopped abruptly. She heard steps thundering down the stairs. She couldn’t believe the man in front of her eyes until he came to a stop at the base of the staircase, looking around wildly.
He had long, unkempt black hair. His clothes looked regal, like a costume from the 1800s, and his bearing was regal too. He looked like some kind of prince. Except for his face. It twisted with fright as he searched the room with his hands outstretched. There were scars all over his face, snaking around it and covering the majority of it in pale welts. The scar tissue even reached down his long neck, and Eunsook could see it disappearing under the collar of his shirt. On his cheeks and nose, there were boils and patches of burned flesh, which were an odd hue of reddish-brown. She could see little of his actual skin, which she believed remained only in the smooth pallid patches between his scars and boils. His eyes were pale, ghosted over, like a film was covering them. He looked right past Eunsook without registering her presence.
He was blind.
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“Who goes here?! Reveal your identity!” he cried and held his arms up, like he was preparing for a fight.
Eunsook didn’t say anything, staring at the man. He swung his arms about.
“If you think me weak, you are terribly wrong!” he said again, looking about ten feet left of Eunsook. “I have been in many a fight, and I can prove my worth!”
Eunsook still didn’t say a word.
“SPEAK!” he screamed. “ANYTHING! I KNOW I HEARD SOMEONE! I AM NOT INSANE! I AM NOT!”
“There was something rather heartbreaking in the way he had proclaimed his sanity, like he was saying it to himself rather than to me, that I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.” She said as she was explaining this scene to me. She smiled as she said this, but her eyes were far away, like she was lost in reminiscing.
She cleared her throat slightly. He jumped a little and faced the direction in which Eunsook was standing, resting his eyes a foot above where she stood.
“Hey... sorry about your vase,” she said apologetically and tried to look anywhere other than the man’s face.
“What?” the man asked, as if he hadn’t heard her.
“I’m sorry that I knocked your vase over,” Eunsook said more loudly.
“You spoke,” he said, his voice raising with excitement. “You are real- maiden, who are you? Come closer.”
Eunsook didn’t move. In a sick way that made her disgusted with herself, she didn’t want to get closer to that charred face. His face fell and a silence descended over them.
“You think me hideous.” The way he said it told Eunsook that he was speaking from experience.
“No. It’s just... uh... stranger danger and all that. I mean, I don’t even know you and stuff,” she said quickly, wringing her hands.
“I’m sorry. You may leave if you wish to.”
He looked away from her, but she could still see the pain on his face and the loneliness twisting the scars etched into his face. He had tried to keep his voice neutral, but she could hear his disappointment. The castle seemed abandoned. How long had it been since anyone had come to see him?
Eunsook lingered. So people judged him because of his looks. Wasn’t that just the same as her? She looked at him. Two eyes, two hands, one nose. A little scarred, but he was just the same as her. There was no difference between them. She knew the loneliness he must have felt- because that sorrow was her sorrow. You see, she had found a kindred spirit. And she would be damned if she would leave that just because his face was a little messed up.
“No. It’s okay. I don’t have to be home soon anyway.”
The man’s face completely lit up. A childish smile found its way onto his battered face and his eyes turned into crescent moons. She had no idea that it would make him this happy. It was actually kind of adorable. Eunsook smiled too before realizing that he couldn’t see her.
“You play the piano really well,” she said, trying to fill the void in the conversation.
“Thank you.” He paused. “Would you like to see it?”
Eunsook nodded, then quickly voiced her assent, blushing from the embarrassment of her mistake. This was harder than she thought it would be.
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She passed several rooms on her way down the corridor. Many of them were ruined either by rain seeping in from the holes in the ceiling or by the lack of housekeeping. A couple of mice grazed her foot as they scurried past, making her jump and almost fall on top of the man. He didn’t notice and continued moving down the corridor. He had his left hand extended to touch the wall as he walked along and was muttering numbers under his breath. Eunsook came to the conclusion that he was counting the number of doors until he got to the room he needed.
He slipped into the room and Eunsook followed, looking behind her at the devastated corridor a final time. The room he entered was the cleanest, and it was beautiful. It was decorated in hues of gold and cream, although some of the colors had faded from age. There was a large window, where light streamed through the space between where the heavy cream curtains were drawn. There was a chain hanging from the ceiling where a chandelier would normally have hung.The rays of light fell directly on the piano, which was in the center of the room. It was pure white, reflecting the light that issued on it. On the piano, there were several photo frames, placed strangely- all facing down. The piano had a large, comfy looking stool next to it of the same luminous white color. He made his way to the piano stool, feeling around the room with his hands. Eunsook rushed forward to help him, but he shook off her hands.
“I am not so helpless that I need your aid to reach my own seat,” he said as he sat down. He scooted up to the piano and placed his fingers down lightly on the keys.
Eunsook stood next to the piano, arms crossed. She didn’t know how to act around him. Everything she did seemed wrong in some way. She didn’t want to come across as pitying him, but that was how she felt. She contented herself by just standing still. He started playing- it was the same song that she had heard when she had first into the building. He looked in her direction as he played. It took all of her willpower to keep from turning away from his scarred face.
“It’s my favorite song,” he said to Eunsook as he continued playing. “It’s the only song I remember.” Eunsook didn’t say anything; he turned back around, immersing himself in the music. It almost seemed like he was directing all his emotions into the song. From her vantage point downstairs, she had only heard sorrow in the song. Here, she could hear other, more complicated feelings: anguish, frustration and confusion all mixed into the piece. His fingers slammed down on the keys and his brows furrowed. It was almost like he had forgotten that she was there.
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“What brings you here?” he asked out of nowhere. Eunsook snapped to, looking at the man. It seemed that she had dozed off sometime during the song.
“Uh... I just- er... I wanted to go walking.” She stuffed the rope and piece of paper behind her back, temporarily forgetting the man’s blindness.
“You’re lying.” He stopped playing abruptly. “No one walks around this area.”
Eunsook said nothing, biting down on her bottom lip. He had a point. But how could she trust him? He was just a burned, ugly man who lived in a castle she had never seen before. She didn’t even know his name. Even in her mind, the story sounded outrageous.
But there was something else. A bond between them. Like I said earlier- they were kindred spirits. Two extremes on a scale. Maybe he could understand her feelings, and maybe he could even offer a solution. Maybe they could be friends. And maybe she wouldn’t have to end her life.
“I was trying to commit suicide. I wanted to kill myself.” Eunsook said. One of the man’s eyebrows rose- the other was stuck in place with the scar tissue.
“Why would you even think of that?” he asked, his voice cold. “What problems of yours are so terrible that you would turn to self-destruction?”
Eunsook couldn’t back down now- even though the harsh tone of his voice scared her. “I don’t have any friends. No one ever tries to talk to me,” she said, her voice trembling.
“Well, I have that same affliction.”
“But it’s different! People are always treating me differently just because of the way I look!”
He scoffed. “Yes. I truly don’t know anything about that.”
Eunsook was wrong. He didn’t understand. Her argument was falling apart. She just wanted to explain more clearly, and make him comprehend her position.
“It’s different for you! You’re- you’re...” Eunsook faltered. The man’s eyes narrowed, and his eyebrows furrowed.
“I’m what? Ugly?” He stood up abruptly and made his way gingerly to Eunsook. He put his palm out and lowered it until it gently rested her forehead. Eunsook drew back at his touch- it was ice cold.Then he traced her nose and lips with his palm. She wasn’t expecting it to be smooth- it was such a stark contrast to his burned and devastated face. His face was too near. Eunsook had to close her eyes so she didn’t have to see the boils and scars up close. He continued touching her face, cupping her jaw and ears. When he finished his inspection of her face he stepped away quickly.
“It’s a pity.” he said, crossing his arms. “A pretty girl like you to be so ugly.”
Eunsook started, almost falling over. No one had ever called her ugly before.
“W-what? Ugly?” She didn’t know whether to laugh or be upset. This blind, hideous man, calling her ugly.
“You might have a pretty face, but you are merely an ignorant, presumptuous little girl. You cannot blame your problems on your appearance.”
Eunsook exhaled. “I’m sorry. I thought that you would be able to understand, but you don’t. You never will. I should leave now.”
“You assume that you’re the only attractive person in the world?! That no one else can understand what it feels like?” He turned around and flung his hands about, trying to find the piano again. He gathered all the photo frames on the top of it and shoved them forward. He had obviously intended to shove them in her face dramatically, but he ended up shoving them into the air three feet to the left of her. She took the frames anyway.
In all the pictures, there was one man, smiling at the sepia world around him. He was tall and handsome, and his posture suggested that he knew that very well. He had dark, brownish-black hair framing his boyish face and falling his shoulders, and his skin was tanned, like he spent all his time outside. In many of the frames, he stood next to a white horse, wearing riding gear. His large eyes were twinkling with mirth, like someone had just told him the best joke ever.
Eunsook looked from the picture to the devastated man before her, and then back to the picture. This couldn’t be him. He scoffed at her silence.
"You don't believe he and I to be the same person." He laughed sharply. "The young, handsome Choi Minho reduced to nothing but a hideous recluse- is it not funny?"
Eunsook said nothing, still looking at the photos.
"What happened to you?" she finally asked, posing the question to the smiling boy in her hands rather than to the grimacing man in front of her.
As you remember, my dear readers, Eunsook was a reserved little woman. Never before had she shown interest in someone other than herself. She wasn’t aware of it, but now, in front of this hulking, sad carapace of a man, she had started shifting in her cocoon.
“You know, back then, I had all these words- all this confidence. But when the time came, I found that I had no courage,” he stated.
Eunsook furrowed her brows- she didn’t understand what he was saying. He didn’t say anything else. Actually, he looked as if he had surprised himself by speaking too much, and moved away from her to clumsily make his way back to the piano. He exhaled slowly, patted the space next to him on the piano seat.
“Do you want to learn how to play the piano?”
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Readers, there’s a couple of things about Minho that we must explore before I continue. Now, mind you, this is all my speculation. Nothing here I can say for certain, but I have my hunches.
He lived a charmed life growing up. He might have been a tad spoiled, but then again, he lived in a castle. What would you expect? When the accident happened and he was left by himself to nurse his ravaged face, he didn’t handle it too well. People left him, disgusted by his appearance, although they tried to hide it for a while. Everyone else who cared was pushed away. In time, he realised that he had gone through life making friends for his convenience rather than out of affection. He believed that no one was good enough to understand him completely. After all, he lived like a little prince. No one could possibly comprehend all that was going on in his mind. And if they didn’t understand completely, why even bother opening up to them in the first place?
The prince that once had too many friends to count now had no one by his side. Starved for affection, yet ashamed of his appearance, he locked himself up in the castle. The years passed and he slipped into depression.
Several people had seen him and they had been terrified of his face- the scarred mess that he had become. He was a freak show to them: they thought him a monster.Perhaps, dwelling on his anger, he had actually became a monster.
He didn’t know what he was thinking now, snapping at the first person to be kind to him in years; he probably regretted it. He had taken a liking to the girl, but hearing her talk of how her beauty left her with no friends had probably enraged him. Normally, he was a calm person- even back when he was handsome, he had been tranquil and composed. Yet he could not hold his tongue now; when he was living as a repulsive creature, she dared to complain of her beauty.
But it went deeper than that. She was blaming her problems on her looks- much like what Minho had done after the accident. No one would come near him because he was ugly. No. No one came near him because he wouldn’t let them.
Maybe that was why she found him. So that they could help each other.
I repeat- my speculation, for I have never spoken with him as deeply as I have with Eunsook.
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She lay on her bed that night, thinking of him. Choi Minho. One moment he was lecturing her; the next, he wanted to teach her how to play the piano. It was strange. But then again, she knew that she deserved his anger. When she thought on it, her problems were nothing in comparison to his. She felt like a spoiled brat- threatening to commit suicide when her reasons were so selfish and cowardly. And yet, she wanted to see him again.
She couldn’t understand it- the feeling drawing her to him. I have asked her on many an occasion to explain it, but all she ever says is,
“He needed me.”
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I wish that I could take the time to tell you of each day they spent together. Eunsook can remember each one, right down to the minute details of their conversations. But alas, dear reader, these are not important. Only the first and last days of their acquaintance matter. Call me cruel, if you wish, to cut down her story for my own purposes. However, this story is not for her but for me to tell, and I will not attempt to bore you all with a summer’s worth of castle visits. I will stick to telling you the main points- a synopsis of their time together, if you will.
It was inevitable that she would fall for him. He was the first person that she had opened up to, and of course she would mistake this comfort with love. They spent the days idly. He taught her how to play the piano. That didn’t take very long, since he only remembered one song.
Speaking of that song, I don’t believe any of you would have heard it, but it was published some time before the accident. He composed the piece after the death of his mother when he was only 16 years old. Back then, everyone had him pegged as a budding musician, destined for greatness. I have stumbled upon a copy of this piece a few times, and it originally had a beautiful vocal accompaniment, although Eunsook swore that she had never heard of such a thing. I came across its lyrics from an acquaintance of mine, and I’m more than willing to share some with you.
I wonder if I could pass my days as if you were never here.
Your whispers surround me as if you are near; memories suffocate me.
Since you have left me lonely, won’t you just leave me be?
When they had finished playing this song, she bought several piano books and they learned new songs together. This was their main activity together. However she told me that many times, she would tell him about her life and he would simply listen. Perhaps that was why she had such an affinity for him. Yet whenever I pose that possibility, she vehemently denies it.
“I don’t know when it happened. Falling in love, that is..” she said to me once. “But suddenly, all his scars and everything that was supposed to make him look ugly became things that I adored. I thought he was the most beautiful man in the whole world.”
I asked her if he ever told her about his life.
“Not often.” She admitted. “He didn’t like to talk about his past. He never even told me how he got all those scars. You’re looking at me strangely. You’re wondering how I could trust a man that I knew nothing of, aren’t you? Or perhaps how I could love someone so hideous?”
I didn’t say anything- it wasn’t my place to offer an opinion.
“I heard a quote once. I forgot how it went, though. Something like, ‘if there is beauty, then somewhere there is an eye to see it.’ Or something like that, I don’t remember.” She told me after my silence. Well, readers, the real quote was said by a man by the name of Ivan Panin:
“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.”
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Summer was nearing its end. Eunsook was scared of her return to school. She had finally learned how to open up, but what if people didn’t like her? Now that her default fear of her own beauty was gone, she began to yield to the insecurities of normal teenage girls. On the very last day of summer vacation, she confided this to Minho while they were playing the piano.
He laughed a little.
“Don’t laugh!” she said to him, abruptly stopping the song. “Everything’s going to change and I’m never going to see you!”
“That’s all right. You’re a pretty girl. You shouldn’t be hanging out with a monster like me. Try finding some friends your own age.” Minho said as he got up from the piano. He made his way over to a couch in the other side of the room and sat down. Eunsook followed him.
“You’re not a monster.” Eunsook said, sitting next to him. She took his hand in hers. “You’re beautiful to me. The most beautiful person in the world.” She stared straight into his eyes even though she knew that he couldn’t see her. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if he never saw her. It didn’t even matter if he was trying to push her away.
At this point in the story, I stopped her narration and asked why she thought he was pushing her away.
“I wasn’t stupid. I knew that he didn’t want me to stay with him and not get to live like a normal kid. I guess he thought that since he missed out on his life, it was his job to keep me from missing mine.” Eunsook laughed. “But the thing is, at that time, I would have been totally fine if I could just be with him for the rest of my life.”
Eunsook put her head against his chest. This was the hard part. She struggled to find the words. She had so many thoughts jumbling around in her head, but not a single one made its way out. But that was okay. He understood.
“There are moments when you just don’t need words,” she said to me, “because there are times when feelings transcend speech. And you feel like if you say something, you’re just going to ruin it.”
They sat there for what seemed like hours. He spoke first.
“I want you to have something.” He stood up and Eunsook guided him to the piano. He searched the top of it until he found the metronome. She had noticed it often. It was a relic from his mother, given to him when he was first learning to play. It was egg shaped and gilded - more like an ornament than a metronome. It was one of the most beautiful things in the room and Eunsook could tell how much he cared for it just by the way he caressed the ornate contraption in his hands. He held it out. As usual, he ended up pushing it a little to the left of where she was actually standing.
“I can’t take this,” she said, but he waved it in the air impatiently.
“I can’t always be with you. So I want you to take this,” he said as Eunsook’s hands closed around the metronome.
“You make it sound like you’re going away,” she said. He gave her a rueful smile and held his hand out again. He motioned for Eunsook to come closer. He moved his palm down until he found the top of her head and ruffled her hair.
“You have grown up so much,” he said. “What a beautiful woman you have become over such a short period of time.”
“I knew he was going to leave me.” She said. “It was another one of those without-words feelings that I got.”
I asked her why she didn’t do anything about it.
“Remember when you asked me why I went back that second day? I told you that he needed me, right?” she laughed. “I felt as though he didn’t need me anymore. When I first met him, he was so edgy and nervous. Like a caged animal. But he changed; we changed together. I had to accept that, even if I wanted to stay beside him forever.”
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She never saw him again after that. She went back to the castle often, but he was never there. She kept the metronome though, as a memento of that summer, and as a good-luck charm for the years to come.
Of course, it was hard for her to make friends. But she had learned something that summer. She learned the value of having someone to talk to and confide in. She realized that life and its ups and downs are meant to be shared- not locked up. Her eagerness and earnest nature earned her friends that would stick with her through thick and thin.
As you can imagine, I am one of such friends. I met her in our second year in college. I’m not sure what drew me to her, but the more I found out about her, the more I wanted to stay by her side. She told me this story for the first time over drinks in a run-down bar downtown. I still remember what she said to me that day.
“My voice is like a rumor. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.”
After I pointed out to her that she had stolen that quote from the book we were reading in our literature class (I Am the Messenger by Markus Zusak; I recommend it to all of you), I thought further. In this modern-day society, how could a man just appear and disappear? Ridiculous.
“You wouldn’t understand the beauty of having questions remained unanswered,” she said to me when I voiced these concerns. “Sometimes, you just have to take things the way they are.”
But I just couldn’t.
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I looked into the entire ordeal. It took a very long time, since there was not much information on Choi Minho. Why? Because he lived two hundred years before Eunsook was even born.
He was the son of a wealthy merchant, and like I said earlier, he sailed through the first 22 years of his life. On the day of his 23rd birthday though, a mysterious fire erupted in their castle. Since there is no solid evidence, I can only go by the rumors on this issue. They say that his father’s company was failing, and he went a bit off the deep end. On the day of his son’s birthday, he set the entire house on fire. They say that he was trying to kill both himself and his son together. He set himself aflame first. But 23 year old Minho, upon seeing the sight of his father running through the house screaming with the agony of self-immolation, tried to escape. He got out of the house, but barely.
If you’ll remember what he cryptically told Eunsook once:
“Back then, I had all these words- all this confidence. But when the time came, I found that I had no courage.”
I have no way of knowing for sure what he was referring to; I have narrowed it down to two events. First: how he ran away from his father. Or second: his suicide three years after the accident.
Are you surprised? I was too. I have been told that after the accident, he locked himself in the castle, allowing himself to waste away. Perhaps he was bound there by the guilt of not being able to stop his father. I don’t know. I guess the loneliness simply got to him. He hung himself on the chandelier in his piano room.
So then we come to Eunsook’s account of that summer. Did she make it all up? I don’t think so. I think it might have been something inherently psychological. Eunsook was so lonely that summer; it makes sense that she would have made a companion for herself. An imaginary friend, if you will. She had probably stumbled across the castle and found the piano room where the pictures were located. With her unstable condition at the time, it makes sense that she would long for company. But my hypothesis goes beyond this.
You may call me crazy for suggesting this. That’s fine. I’m not forcing you to read this. But I think that the man she saw that summer might have been her conscience trying to speak to her. Think about it. She sees him, and then she manages to learn a life-long lesson that has done her well all this time. Does it not seem a little odd?
Returning to the piano room, I’ll have you know that I went to see it soon after Eunsook’s fifth or sixth re-telling of the story. I wanted to see it with my own eyes. I found the room according to the instructions she gave me; she wouldn’t come- she said that she didn’t want to bring up any memories. It was almost nothing like how she described it to me. It’s true that there were drapes- or what remained of them. They were tattered and a disgusting shade of green from the mold and dust growing on them. It’s true that there was a piano- but it was riddled with holes and the paint had all chipped off from rain and decay. I could tell that it was white at some point in time though, from the pictures on top of the piano. Those, I will admit, were exactly how she described them.
But both of these explanations continue to fall short. Eunsook had never played a piano in her life. Yet, suddenly, she could play an intricate piece that no one had heard of. I have asked her parents several times, but they deny sending their daughter to lessons or having her take classes in school. The piece of music that she did learn to play was strange as well. The nearest copy of it that I could find was stashed between two old newspapers in a decaying library 500 miles from where she lived that summer. And how could she have known what he looked like after the fire? I checked the house from top to bottom, but there was not a single picture of him from after the accident. While it’s true that a picture was printed in an obscure newspaper a couple of days after the fire, she never could have stumbled upon it. I took it upon myself to find the picture and prove once and for all that he was a figment of her imagination. Imagine my surprise when, after days of searching for it, I found that the photograph matched up exactly to her description of the man in the castle.
What do you want me to say now? That she spent a summer with a ghost? That because he met his one true love, he was allowed to rest in peace? I’m sorry, but I don’t believe that. There has got to be an explanation somewhere. And yet, I have seen his grave, I have read the newspapers and I have dug up the song. On my way to look for answers, I have gotten myself tangled in a situation where there is no correct answer.
And Eunsook? Does she know about any of my findings? Of course not. If she had wanted to know the truth, she could have easily found out these things, as I have. The fact that she chose not to means that somewhere deep inside, she knew that it wasn’t real. Or she knew that she would be disappointed. And I am not so cruel a man to tell the woman that I love that the most important time of her life was all made up.
Readers, I have nothing left to tell. If you were reading this expecting a beautiful story in which everything works out and we all live happily ever after, I’m sorry. If you were reading this expecting it all to make sense and have a logical explanation, I’m sorry. I will leave you with this:
“The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.”
- Chuck Palahniuk
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