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 Reste belle chérie.

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An estimated four and a half billion years have passed since the creation of the world, the human race that has existed for three hundred thousand years, the civilization that has been going on for fifty thousand years. There are a total of two hundred and six countries on seven continents, one hundred and ninety-three of which are independent, 2,469,501 cities, and seven (point) eight billion people living on these cities.

I, on the other hand, was an invisible point in these possibilities, perhaps an unremarkable creature.

Out of all the possibilities, calculations and estimated numbers, I made the mistake of my life and chose the most hateful, emotionless, vague and fuzzy person I believed to be a robot because he didn't even have reflexes.

"I buy it for you," I said. He drove the car without looking at my coffee jar, but I knew the emptiness of his gaze as someone who had seen it on me personally, it didn't change.

"It was almost over." I kept smiling, regardless of the way I looked at his face, because one of us had to try and work hard now.

We weren't even pretending like we didn't have each other anymore.

"Actually I like it too, but I haven't had much to drink." My enthusiasm, appetite and desire. I hardly even ate any food, and I started to snack on a few bites from time to time, whereas I, on the contrary, was fond of food more than anything else.

I liked to have my mouth move all the time when I was depressed or in a bad mood. But, as Fedor himself said, I had almost descended to half-mass. "Can we eat pizza when we get home? I know how to make." Despite his behavior towards me, I was desperately looking for a reason.

He didn't talk, he didn't look, he didn't see my presence, but my feelings were that was yelling at me that he was offended. So when Fedor mentioned time, I ran a theory.

When I passed from Busan to Seoul and Yoongi came to pick me up from the airport, I thought he was the driver, and for that reason I unknowingly spoke in front of him. Yes, I never thought about it, but I said old man to the man's face.

A bald, pot-bellied old man who bought the man he was going to marry...

Closing my eyes in shame for a moment, I took a deep breath and turned back to his face. After all, he was going to talk to me, he was with me for a year, and he was going to open his mouth somehow. But the moment I looked at his face, all my enthusiasm for conversation turned to ashes.

Despite all my words, the reaction aside, the look in his eyes didn't even change and he stepped on the gas as if he wanted to escape the moment we were in. My back was stuck to the seat, the wind that was blowing outside had watered the area around my irises as it entered my eye.

When we finally got into the garden, I quickly put my clenched hands on the torpedo. He was breathing deeply when I looked at him with a side eye. However, he wasn't aware.

He didn't know that he had imprisoned me the day, burned me down and killed my hopes.

I first fell in love at the age of eight. Her hair was tied with a red ribbon at the nape of her neck. She was wearing a school dress that seemed slightly too big for her, and she had a shoe darker than her ribbon on her feet. What I felt when I looked at her was the breeze running down my neck in the heat of summer.

However, she was not friends with me, but with someone from the upper classes. I don't know if it's from the children's understanding of love, but I've always been stubborn with her. I was pulling her hair out, putting an eraser on her head. But she didn't like it, she said she wouldn't be friends with me.

I go home, I'm sobbing and I'm throwing away my bag. Mom hugged my tiny body, put my head on her knees. I was describing him in my most enthusiastic tone as long as I could. Her hair, the ribbon she wears every day, and the baggy dress.

But my mother said, "Son, you should see something when you look at him. You can only understand this when you grow up. With anger, hunger, thirst, poverty and unrequited love. You can live any way, but if you don't see hope when you look into his eyes, there's nothing left for you to try for," I didn't understand when she said, I still didn't understand.