Yun chose an interesting style today and opened a special room for the bar. This time he would try something different.
Since the rooms were equipped with soundproofing, there was no problem in implementing the plan.
He chose the 'farthest' room, which was just one of many restrooms. It felt a bit pessimistic in terms of location, so almost no one came to the room. Those who wanted to be alone would not appear here anyway.
As soon as the door was closed, the noise stopped completely. As if it was a separate world.
After confirming, she happily began arranging the room. While keeping it as 'simple' as he could, he chose the darkest colors from the many spare pieces of furniture in the warehouse, instantly making the brightly colored room the most pessimistic.
But it wasn't enough.
Even if it's as dark as the curtains.
Not enough.
The bright light was the most glaring thing in the moody room. It was nerve-wracking.
He replaced the white light with a less intense yellow dim lamp. The room has now completely changed.
He turned on the computer that was put in a corner, arranged the playlist, and did not forget to hang the sign "Depression Room" above the door.
As the soft tone music played, Yun thought for a moment that he had gone back in time.
Memories of your previous life.
He lived quite nicely with his family.
" ---" the tender voice of her mother whispering her name vaguely...
Right, what was his name?
"Girl, get that polish!" helping his father like an apprentice...
Good and bad, those times of existence and non-existence...
"He he he, sister let's ring your bells and run away!"
Your naughty brother's voice...
"I'm going to take the exam this year, they changed the exam again! Oh so!!" His younger sister sitting reproachfully and acting like an adult...
For a moment, a vague shard of memory flashed in his eye.
She seemed to remember her two brothers hugging her and crying and her saying, "I'm so sleepy."
"Sister uuu..." crying, running to her brother's lap and hugging, complaining, and whining...
"Don't go, sister"
He vaguely remembers.
But when did this moment happen?
He can't remember.
He was about to take the university entrance exam. Two years left. It could not be said that he was working, he acted recklessly by nature. What if he loses? He enters you again.
When he finished 10th grade, he felt weird.
Time passes fast.
He had started 11th grade when he realized this.
But no problem.
What if he's in a bit of trouble?
So what?
This wasn't paradise, he thought.
But thinking was different from living.
He realized this bitter truth when he lost it.
He lived haphazardly and didn't even notice when life hit him hard.
He lost his mother overnight.
And at night his father...
He has two siblings and he is the only one left.
She had to work hard and protect the two of them as an older sister.
But he died.
"Can I go back?"
[Huh?]
"If you were able to get me here, you can also take me back to my world. Send me back!"
The area around his eyes was red, there was an unknown panic in his chest.
The effect of the song in the background was also great, it shattered his already depressed soul.
[No]
His chest is congested, it is painful to breathe.
"What happened after I left?"
[They were given separate dormitories. Both children have become introverted and moody]
"How are my brothers now?"
Finally, he asked the question in fear.
No one has approached them since neither mother nor father left. For fear of being a burden...
How can those two little children live?
[...]
[They died]
He fell to the ground.
The blurry hazy memory appeared in his mind completely slowly. When the mists cleared, two children were crying, hugging his bloodied body, and pieces of ruined rubble.
"Uuu, sis," he whined and tugged at his arm. But unfortunately, he couldn't even see which brother he had.
He was powerless.
"Don't you go too"
"Don't leave us"
He was tired.
He didn't know that the words he unconsciously whispered, "I'm so sleepy," were his last words.
[You can't go back]
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[They became introverted and pessimistic]
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Alone
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Separated and abandoned
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[They died]
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They died.
"It was so weird, I couldn't cry. But my soul was shattered."
-Dostoevsky/People
-To be continued-