(🪖)﹗ ˳ ׄ 방과 후 전쟁활동 +
load up on guns and bring your friends
it's fun to lose and to pretend 𓈒 📹 ？
following the story of lee aera, a registered military nurse who is assigned the task of keeping seongjin's students safe during thei...
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yeah, i'm coughing, i'm bleeding. band-aids won't heal it, 'cause they hate me, so i'm fakin'
the concept of death is well-known to everyone. although some may go through the course of their life without experiencing the loss of a close one, eventually all individuals begin to ponder the thought of their sun finally setting across the horizon. it is an undeniable fact that death is inevitable for us all, but some are more accustomed to it than others. aera, for instance, was intimately familiar with death, she knew it like a friend. even after the long passing of time, she occasionally recalled the memory of her grandmother lying mortally ill in bed. she had cried heartwrenching sobs, sitting at her side and begging her not to go as the elder stroked her head and told her it was time. the woman couldn't speak, being hard of hearing, but she never had trouble communicating with her granddaughter. even at her young age, aera understood what she meant by the fleeting touches on her face, the fingers that wiped her tears when they continued to endlessly flow. she knew that death was approaching her, but rather than being scared and denying, she welcomed it warmly with a smile when she had passed. aera didn't have many regrets, but thinking back on it now, she could find a couple. she wished she could've felt the gentle heat radiating from her grandmother's hands as she held them, just once. she wished she could take away her pain and feel it herself, inside of her own rotting body, so that the elder could cross the bridge peacefully knowing she lived a painless, carefree life she wasn't ashamed of.
did younghoon live the life he had wanted? at his young age, younghoon must've had numerous aspirations. he likely desired to live the life he had envisioned for himself: immersing himself in the college experience, discovering a job that brought him joy every day, and enjoying the fruits of the labor he committed to when he was just a mere 19 years old. if younghoon knew he was going to die that day, would he have done anything differently? aera knew, just from the glimpses of him studying during their breaks and mealtimes, he was a diligent boy. his parents must've been so proud of him, having raised such a conscientious son. whenever she had the chance to meet them, she would kneel in front of them and beg for their forgiveness for her careless behaviour. she vowed to herself that she would take any sort of punishment they had demanded upon her, for her feeble grip on his hands wasn't enough to ever save him from what he had experienced.
aera hiccuped quietly, result of holding in her tears for the past hour or so. she didn't dare to cry in front of the other boys who were sat frozen in their seats, transient images of the night's event flashing before their eyes. she watched them through the classroom window, wonbin, who had taken to just staring at the floor, beside her. would she seem like an asshole if she had walked in there and tried to comfort them? she decided it was best she stayed outside and let ms.park do it instead. she didn't know younghoon well enough to be grieving so openly, so perhaps the teacher would be able to calm them in her place.
