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At the beginning of summer I was finally free again. Again, freedom. Yeo-won pondered those two
words. I thought there was a catch. Because I was never free before I was imprisoned... … . Anyway, it
was just past self-help.

My heart was disturbed as if there was a wind, but my mind was surprisingly calm.

The terrifying rain pouring down the landscape was gray. The prisoners who came out together walked
to somewhere together with the person who had met them. Everyone seemed to have a destination. It
was somewhat embarrassing to just stand still, so Yeo-won started following one of the dogs.

The person in front gave the accompanying prisoner a robe. The day was a bit chilly due to rain. Yeo-
won sniffled and looked down at my outfit. There were no clothes sent by anyone, so he was wearing
the clothes he had at the time of arrest.

Yeo-won stopped abruptly and tried to move one leg back and forth. The pants feel a little small. For
some reason, I felt like I was gaining more weight than before I came here. If a criminal who entered the
cell gained more weight and came out, good citizens would be caught on the back of their neck.

Of course, that doesn't mean prison life was good. However, four years ago, he was so skinny that there
was no room for further erosion, and the country did not starve the prisoners. That was the only reason.

now where do i go

Yeo-won looked at the floor and moved without enthusiasm. The request for support for
accommodation and food protection by prisoners took time, and the supply was insufficient compared
to the demand. Moreover, he was young, had no dependents, and had no money at all, so it was even
more difficult to expect the possibility of being selected.

My steps slowed down a bit. First of all, I needed a place to stay. Obviously, I had been thinking about
various plans while waiting eagerly for release, but in front of the freedom I faced, my head was just
white.
Even though I was wearing an umbrella, my body felt heavy as if wet from the rain. She could now go
anywhere, but at the same time she felt a strange feeling that she could not reach anywhere. Perfect
stranger feeling.

Suddenly, the woman came to her senses. She turned her head to see where she had come from the
entrance to the prison. It seems like we haven't walked for a long time, but it's already quite far away.

I looked forward again. All those who were ahead were far away. And it kept going away. Yeo-won
stayed in the middle of the road and watched their backs.

It was difficult to recognize the distant space because of the heavy rain that covered the front, but the
colorful umbrellas were constantly walking somewhere. So Yeo-won knew that there was still a road
there.

As the distant umbrella was completely hidden in the rain, she slowly set foot on the path. However, I
stopped in a precarious feeling as if I was walking on a pale frozen lake. Raindrops fell violently on the
plastic umbrella.

I must have stood idly for a while, and suddenly the wheel of the wheel crossed the road and the sound
of splashing water was heard. A large sedan came to a smooth stop on the side of the road right next to
Yeowon. I couldn't pass it by pretending not to know because I was standing right next to her without
any errors.

Yeo-won narrowed her eyes and stared at the car window. The hand that was holding the umbrella
handle got a little force. Was there anyone left to see you?

Contrary to her expectation that the right car window would go down, the passenger door clicked open.
The driver pushed the door a little further to widen the gap and then released his hand. It was a familiar,
familiar hand. Yeo-Won couldn't take her eyes off that big, thick-jointed hand.

A low voice came from within.

"get on."
4 years was a long time. The old ones are older, the strangers are more strange. She is getting older and
has forgotten many things from the past. It was also quite intentional.

For the past 4 years, Yeo-won has been living by consciously pressing her memories. As the years
passed, the heart that felt like death at the beginning remained only a scar, and later, even if I tried to
recall it, it became faint. Memory was like that.

But now, at this moment, everything about him that I thought I had forgotten flourished like dry dust.

“… … Do I have anything left to do?”

“Come on and talk.”

“Why are you here?”

“It’s raining a lot, Yeowon. I can't hear well.”

Yeo-won raised her voice a little and said.

“I think I have already paid the price, over there. Isn't it all over?"

“I told you to ride.”

“Why me?”

“… … .”

“I don’t owe anything anymore.”

“Let’s talk, let’s talk. I don't do hakoji. … … really."

Except when the woman betrayed him.

It is true that she paid the price in four years, but she betrayed him first anyway. Yeo-won had no
intention of denying or glorifying it.

So when I heard Lee Seok's voice earlier, I guessed it in my heart. You came here to spit on me. I tried to
laugh at the way I was thrown out of jail after failing to put my head down at best.

Lee Seok was gentlemanly—but that was the case in most cases. He now had no reason to be gentle
with Yeo-Won. However, Lee Seok's attitude was completely different from what he expected.

So, somehow, it seemed like the situation had been reversed.

Yeo-won stared at the feet where the raindrops were splashing, and hesitantly grabbed the doorknob.
The cold feeling of the raindrops dotted on the handle reached his hand.

Even if Lee Seok was doing harm, there was no place for Yeo Won to escape as long as he made up his
mind to do so. She had no house, no job, no acquaintances to report her disappearance.

Even if they were there, the result would be the same... … . 'Cause you're a great man Yeo-won thought
cynically, folded her umbrella, and sat down on the seat. I could feel his gaze on the side of his face.
When the door was closed, the sound of rain was half-resolved.

Yeo-won put an umbrella soaked in rain water next to the bridge and turned her head to the window.
His heavy scent wafted lightly. It was the same kind of perfume as 4 years ago.

Yes, he always was. He never deviated from the 'settled'. Even if it's a very trivial kind of perfume. Even
though the years have passed, I'm so used to that fact that my heart feels like it's getting wet.
Yeo-won quickly realized that everything related to him was just a hidden memory. Things that can only
be revealed if you remove a single dusty cloth... … . And that realization made Yeo-won somewhat
miserable. It was his talent to give her this kind of feeling over and over again.

After the silence, Lee Seok asked in a calm tone.

“Meeting, why did you decline?”

“Don’t start the car. I'll get off when we're done talking."

“Why did you refuse?”

“… … I don't want to see your face. There is no reason to see it.”

Yeo-won answered honestly.

If Lee Seok had asked for an interview at the beginning of his imprisonment, he might have met him
pretending not to win. Until then, I still loved him. Because it was a time when love was not over.

However, Lee Seok requested an interview only after a year and a half had passed since she served her
sentence. As he was barely making up his mind, he suddenly had an interview, and I couldn't understand
him at all. Yeo-won was not going to see Young-yeong Lee Seok anymore, and there was nothing more
to say with him. Rejection was a natural process.

Since then, several requests have been made to meet her, but she has never responded. About a year
before his release, he didn't come anymore, so I thought he had given up, and now he's forgetting me. It
was then that Yeo-won was able to completely put her mind down.

That was until we met today.

“… … Where are you going?”

"where."

“It’s a gosiwon.”

For a moment, his face turned pale. He asked in a tone that he couldn't quite understand.

“Why are you going there?”

“Then where am I going?”

In response to the somewhat defiant answer, Lee Seok's short sigh returned. He was silent for a
moment, as if thinking about something, and said in an overbearing tone.

"Let's go home."

“What house?”

“The officetel where I lived with you.”

"what… … . Why am I in your house?”

“I still live there. Your luggage is the same. You just need to come.”

“… … ”

“Only you can come.”

Eyes that are sunken and shaded as if tired, dark eyes like shadows, a tall nose, eyes that know no
exceptions, and a hard mouth that doesn't seem to have ever made a smile... … . Everything was the
same as it was 4 years ago. A face that is perfectly cut to the extent that it is creepy.

But he seemed a little skinny. Even without that, his cold face became sharper and looked as sharp as a
sharpened blade. Not only talking about his appearance, but also the atmosphere and emotions
surrounding him, including all of that.

She raised her gaze and looked into his black eyes. At one moment, it seemed that a strange color
appeared in Lee Seok's eyes. When his eyes met Yeo Won, he licked his lips as if he had forgotten what
to say. It was a face that even looked a little stupid.

Yeo-won frowned.

“What do you mean?”