Chapter 330: Us in the Black World (3)
It was momentary, but my mind was dazed.
I couldn't be any happier.
I wanted to put a curse on Lee Kiyoung in the first round, who looked like a human trash villain.
I didn't know what had happened, but the atmosphere itself had changed considerably. The dark circles were down, and he had lost more weight than now.
It didn't need to be said that there were many differences with the current me. My mind was a mess, but I couldn't organize my thoughts right now.
I thought I could've taken the crazy route, but I never thought it would be this big.
I didn't know how this happened and how this division came about, but Kim Hyunsung was unconscious, and Cho Hyejin had died.
The surrounding area was completely ruined, and counting the deceased was meaningless.
It looked like a war had happened. No, it must be a war. At this scale, I could only think so.
'Is this maybe...'
It was an instant that I thought that I might be the one that the lovely returner has been searching for all along. Just having killed Cho Hyejin was enough to hold a grudge.
Recalling Kim Hyunsung's reaction when Shaolin called me 'masked man,' I thought that my hypothesis might be correct. At the time, I thought that the lovely returner's sensitive reaction was due to Shaolin, but perhaps the focus was on the masked man.
The awkward expression he showed right after also bothered me.
As soon as I thought I had to watch the situation a little more, I started to feel an unknown force pushing me away.
I couldn't say precisely what, but it was frustrating for me, who wanted to see the story behind this scene. It felt like it was rewinding a video.
From the scene where arrows fell on Cho Hyejin to the scene where I was looking at Kim Hyunsung for the first time, the scenes started passing too quickly that it was now hard to recognize.
I knew roughly what this was. Time passed quickly like this last time. The only difference was that it was rewinding time this time around.
The scenes that would be interesting in the middle were noticeable, but of course, I couldn't know exactly what was going on, or what it was.
The appearance of Yuno Kasugano and I together was also reflected in an instant after passing by...
Jung Hayan?
Jung Hayan and I were together.
'Oppa, I love you. I really love you.'
'I love you, too.'
What the hell was this?
I didn't know why Jung Hayan and I were together, but it looked quite sweet to anyone.
What was particularly surprising was Jung Hayan's eyes. There was no such madness or obsession as it had now.
To be precise, she looked like a simple girl, and it felt like she would break with just a touch.
The big eyeballs were still there, the hair that only came to the shoulders, and she even wasn't well dressed.
Nevertheless, looking at her cute face, I had doubts about what happened to my mind, but that Jung Hayan was really cute.
In time, the scene in front of my eyes was a spectacle. I couldn't even imagine seeing romantic scenes, but they were so dynamic that my face had reddened.
Looking at Jung Hayan that clings to me in the black world, I felt guilty, but I was the one who's with her anyway, so I could face it with confidence. Of course, I couldn't stop turning red.
When I thought that the current me also maintained a deep relationship with Jung Hayan, the guilt disappeared quickly.
In the meantime, it stood out that every single action of Jung Hayan was very passive. Compared to her now...
'It just looks like a different person.'
I even thought that she might be a person with a similar face, but what I was seeing now was definitely Jung Hayan.
She was still crying, and she was also trying to look good to me.
'Yes. Oppa is right! I-it seems it was destiny that I met Oppa. Destiny. It must be destiny.'
Or something.
'I-I-I was wrong. Really hic... I'm sorry.'
These behaviors were not that different from now.
I was not sure as to how I met Jung Hayan. Judging from the fact that Park Deokgu was not next to me, I met Jung Hayan after Park Deokgu had died.
I was more interested in this because there had been no more information about this.
It was because I couldn't even imagine that Jung Hayan and I would have had a contact in the first round. Considering if the reason as to why I was suffering from Jung Hayan was to pay for my previous life's sins, I had no choice but to look at it as carefully.
This was because I was wondering what the trashy guy would do to Jung Hayan. However, this looked like the exact opposite.
I could guarantee that it was showing something that could be called the epitome of an ideal boyfriend.
Jung Hayan always looked bright, and I, as well.
The only thing that I was a little curious about was that there was no one else but her and me.
I couldn't tell where we were meeting. It was a magic lab, and inside a large room. Others were nowhere to be seen.
I even thought about whether Jung Hayan was imprisoning me, but it was different than that.
Jung Hayan of the first round seemed unable to think like the Jung Hayan of the second round.
'What the hell is it?'
I was curious, but the curiosity quickly disappeared. Rather than finding an answer, I got speechless at a very shocking sight.
After passing quickly one more time, the next scene was a spectacle.
Jung Hayan was being abused. She was being abused both mentally and physically. Even so, I could see that she couldn't let go of her bond with me.
As she was now, she was obsessed and accepted everything that was done to her in case she might be hated.
'I love you. I love you. So please don't say that.'
Nevertheless, it didn't make sense for her to hug me.
Even now, the affection of Jung Hayan could only be seen as unconditional.
'Hehe. I love you.'
He was laughing.
'I like you very much.'
He held her in his arms like a fool.
The black garbage was smirking. I could understand what he was thinking.
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.