Lies took the elevator.
Truth took the stairs.
Both arrived and met Revelation.
Jane killed a family in a car accident. Depressive and accustomed to self-harm, she decides to go back to where her life toppled upside down. Jane doesn't know what to e...
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My mentor, Park Guk Seok, used to say the most significant serial killer of all time is the heart. It's true, I think; my heart has never been in such a frenzy even for Soo Ae.
It's not that I didn't love Soo Ae, but all loves are different; no one can love you or be loved the same way.
Right now, I see the difference, I haven't seen Jane for five days, and I swear it seems like a decade. She fills every fraction of a second. All the images of the time we shared keep flashing past like snapshots.
I think I'm going to die if I don't see her, and I'll die still if I do.
Jane hasn't replied to any messages written or vocal.
I mean, I left a vocal message, and I hate doing that.
And now I'm about to see someone and do something I never thought I would.
In these last five years, where I only saw myself, and I neglected many people. Good people stretched their hand to me, but I slapped it away.
Coach Park was one of them.
"Coach."
Coach Park turns slowly; it's like he's seen a ghost; he squints his eyes, advances, and grabs me in a hug. He's old, but he still has strong arms; coach Park used to look like a giant now appears small as his head is under my chin. He pulls away; I knew I would find him here; he's the only guy who pays a swimming pool entry to watch others swim.
The former champion spends his time scouting since his wife passed away 17 years ago. That's how he found me; swimming is his life. Once the love of his life was gone, he devoted his existence to his second love.
"Tae Won, come and sit."
I join him, and together we watch a class of middle school students do their laps in the pool.
"So, what brings you?"
Coach Park is one of those people who doesn't talk about personal matters unless you bring up the subject. It's practical for the shameless coward I am.
"I'm sorrㅡ."
"Are you going to swim or not?"
"Coach."
The old man turns to face me, "isn't what you came to tell me?"
"Yes, butㅡ."
"Good, come here every day, you know my hours. I will only make the calls if what I see pleases me."
And all is forgiven.
Coach Park is a rarity, no one of life's oddities. He doesn't hold a grudge, and he accepts people as they are. He's like a spiritual father to me, and I'm ashamed of the behavior I had towards him. Coach park used all his influence to keep the reasons for my abrupt departure from the pool under wraps.
