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.
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The man, who didn’t remember her.