Regressor Instruction Manual

Untitled Part 65

He must be thinking that Jung Hayan had completely fallen for him. Once again, the scenery began to change.

The next scene showed Jung Hayan, quietly left alone in a room.

To be precise, I, from the black world, was just looking at her with a strange crystal ball, but I could see the scene inside the crystal very clearly.

It was unknown how long time had passed since then, but looking at her with messy hair, blankly looking up at the ceiling, she was on the verge of collapse.

'What is this?'

What she was looking at was a rope hanging from the ceiling.

It was obvious as to what she was thinking. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and the stuff in her room was indescribably messy.

It looked like she kept reading a bunch of letters.

I couldn't even see what it was, but she kept crying, reading dozens or even hundreds of letters.

Seeing Jung Hayan reading the letters while smiling like a fool, those many letters seemed to have some pretty happy memories.

It wasn't just one occasion, but this apparently looked like all the letters Jung Hayan and I exchanged throughout the entire relationship.

However, as time passed, her face distorted, and tears burst out.

'I like you. I love you. Sniff... So please come back. I was wrong. Please come back.'

Of course, the answer was not heard.

She was just talking to herself. No, I thought perhaps she might have noticed that I, from the black world, was watching her, but now she seemed unable to afford to bother about her surroundings.

'I'm sorry. I'll do better in the future. Please don't say that. Don't say you hate me now.'

'... ...'

'Hic. Sniff. Please. I beg you. If you're watching, talk to me again, Oppa. As usual. I hate it like this. I hate breaking up like this.'

'... ...'

'You remember when we first met, right? I remember everything. I confessed with courage, and your surprised face at that time. And I remember everything when we connected. I remember the day we first connected, the day we fought, and the day you got angry. Everything. I miss you. I really miss you... really... I'll never say no again. I will do everything Oppa asks me to do. Now I don't care what happens to other people. I won't be bothered no matter what happens. All I need is you. So please come back. Don't say you hate me. I'll do everything you ask me to do. Sniff. Sniff...'

'... ...'

'You said it was fate. You said it must be fate that we met. You told me that even if we were born again, we would meet again. You said we'll continue to be together. His... I hate that. It is so painful not to have you. I can't do anything. Nothing. I-i-it's better to die. I'd rather...'

'... ...'

However, hesitation continued to be seen. She made the decision, but it couldn't be easy.

'Hic. Hic...'

I could hear the hiccups and sobs.

She looked at the ceiling and stared outside. She climbed up and down the chair several times.

'It's so painful... I can't think of anything... I'm scared. ... Please help me, Oppa. Please help me. Smile again like before. Hic. Sniff.'

She grabbed her head and curled up or even flipped the blanket over.

However, the gaze continued to focus on the rope fixed to the ceiling.

I had a bitter taste in my mouth.

'Right... Oppa said.'

'... ...'

'That w-we'll meet in the next life. He said so. Right. It'll hurt just for a moment. If I suffer for a second, I will get comfortable. It won't be dark. He said we'd meet in the next life, so I can do that. Hic...'

'... ...'

Her body trembled.

It seemed very difficult to step on the chair and climb up slowly. I know how hard it was for one to take their own life.

Some people said they take their lives for no significant reason, but the weight of life each could bear as all different.

It was an extreme choice made only when the courage to die was greater than the courage to live.

To be honest, just looking at it made me feel all painful.

'Phew. Phew... Oppa will recognize, too. He'll recognize how much I love him. If he knows I'm d-dead, he'll remember me forever, right? Maybe he'll r-r-regret. He might be sad. I'll be gone, but maybe I'll remain in his memory forever. It's better than being forgotten. Yes. T-that's better. We will meet in the next life. Because Oppa said that. Yes... right.'

'... ...'

'No. M-Maybe, he'll show up to rescue me. B-Because he always came to me when I was in trouble. He might suddenly appear out of nowhere. He might do that. Hic... he might...'

She continued sobbing.

Tears continued to fall on the floor, and her voice trembled. Her breathing got rougher little by little, and from a certain point, there is no sound other than weeping.

'Sniff. Hic.'

'...'

'Sniff... Hic. Please. Please...'

She hesitated several times.

However, Jung Hayan eventually made the decision. She walked on her own and slowly began to hang the rope around her neck.

'Pant... pant...'

The sound of her voice resonated. If she wanted to cut the rope, she could cut it with magic.

However, it was even more painful to see because she did nothing.

As I reached out to the crystal that Lee Kiyoung was looking at, my body was sucked in immediately.

I could see Jung Hayan struggling right in front of my eyes.

'He... will... Keck. To save me. Oppa... will come.'

Of course, he wouldn't come.

However, Jung Hayan continued to mutter the same words.

She looked into the air and began to mutter.

What was a little strange was that she seemed to be staring at one place.

I might be mistaken, but the place where her gaze stayed was certainly where I was.

I was momentarily startled and looked behind me, but there was nothing. I was the one in her eyes.

I didn't even think that my current condition would be reflected in the eyes of others, but it seemed that I was visible in Jung Hayan's dying eyes.

Of course, it may be my illusion, or what Jung Hayan saw might be a hallucination.

However, for some reason, I could be sure that this Jung Hayan was looking at me.

It was because her muttering voice was reaching strangely loudly.

'You came. To save me... you came.'

Slowly. Her body was stretched.

I wanted to run and cut that rope, but of course, I couldn't influence the black world.

I tried to open my mouth, but there was no voice.

'I'm relieved. Relived... Now we can really be together...'

Oddly enough, tears seemed to flow from my eyes.

The same was true in Jung Hayan's eyes. With her struggling body, she reached out, and thick tears were dripping.

'I love...'

And that was the end.

Her immobile appearance made my lips clamp tightly.