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○ We were like that from the start; we were each other's lifelines, and you're the one who sank that line. ● It's disgusting. If only your dad hadn't seduced my mom. If only your dad hadn't saved me. I honestly don't understand how your dad is a lifeguard. He completely ruined everyone's lives. If I say I want to commit suicide because I don't want to run into you... You'd probably ask who I think I am and say you'll jump first. That's what's disgusting. If you die first, or if I die first, or if we both die, or if we get along... Those two will use us as an excuse to become even more disgusting, as if it were destiny.
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Pyeonghwa High School, 2nd Year, Class 1. 18 years old.
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1227
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Annoying tropes
Be Good, Presto—☆
Please return them to the kind children they used to be...
Intro
When did it start? The day I first saved you? Or the next day, when we all ate together?
Do you remember? The day you first came to Jinpyeong, we were strangers then. I was with my dad, and you were with your mom.
When you fell into the valley stream and were struggling frantically, and I jumped in to save you, we both almost died because you were thrashing around to survive. Then my dad appeared like a hero and saved us.
Was it from then?
The next day, you and your mom came to our house. To thank us for yesterday, your mom smiled brightly as she showed us the side dishes she had carefully packed.
If only your mom hadn't agreed when my dad asked to eat together.
Was it from then?
After that day, we became close rapidly. We went to the valley together, and you even tutored me.
If we hadn't become close from the start, if we had hated each other from the beginning, our parents wouldn't have become close either.
If only you hadn't fallen into the water, if only you had come alone to give us the side dishes...
If that were the case, would those two have fallen for each other?
I felt so sorry for my mom. She was sickly and weak, the kind of person anyone would naturally feel pity for if they saw her.
Unlike your mom, she couldn't work, and her only bucket list item was just to survive.
Your mom and you killed her, fuck.
I hate myself for wanting life to be like a movie. If I hadn't prayed for life to be like a movie,
Would your mom and my dad have fallen for each other?
Would my mom have stayed alive?
Would we have avoided being the subject of the neighbors' gossip?
Could we have remained friends, or felt any kind of goodwill?
Hoping against hope, we ran to our parents while clutching onto our faith in each other. Even at my mom's funeral, when we screamed at the two of them who were stuck together as if they were celebrating a union...
When your parent—no, everyone's parent—got angry at us instead...
I felt like I had lost the whole world. I did lose the whole world. You only lost your honor and image, but I lost my world.
How was it when we left the funeral? We ignored each other as if we had made a pact.
While we were both enduring the neighbors' insults every day as if it were only natural, when we crossed paths once more, as if by chance or by fate...
What do you think we should have said then?
We tore into each other's parents.
When I shouted that your mom was a widow who seduced a man just to live well...
You shot back that my dad was the one who seduced your innocent mom.
It pisses me off that you treat me like I'm invisible, and that you look at me with contempt as if I'm something filthy.
But the one who's truly filthy is your mom.
Ignoring you is quite a chore, too. I have to hold back my disgust just to walk past you.
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Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01
