The Best of Tomorrow [ 내일의 으뜸]

Chapter 3

On my way home from the station, I stopped at a convenience store and bought a pack of soju. She put in a straw, took a sip, and walked along. As the alcohol entered her body, she became overcome with emotion and burst into tears again.

"Ugh."

I cried out loud as I walked down a dark night with no one around. I made a gurgling sound and took a sip of soju, then made a gurgling sound and then took another sip of soju. I raised my head and looked at the sky, and it all felt so unreal.

"Seon, euung, eueuung."

I closed my eyes tightly and took a step forward when I bumped into someone's shoulder. My body stumbled from the shock, was pushed back, and eventually collapsed.

If a person had fallen on the street, it would have been worth stopping for a moment and asking if they were okay, but when I looked behind me, the person who hit me on the shoulder was quickly walking away without even looking back, as if they were in such a hurry.

"Why are you hitting me? "Huh."

I'm already sad, but I can't be this sad when I get hit on my shoulder. She buried her face in her knees and cried for a long time.

When the tears dried to some extent, I raised my head and rubbed the corners of my eyes. I picked up my bag that I had dropped on the floor and got up, but then something fell out. When I picked it up and looked at it, it was a round, flat piece of metal that fit in the palm of my hand.

When I pushed the lid with my thumb on the engraved Chinese character for luck, the product came out. It's a pocket watch. The hour hand was at 11 o'clock. Oh my god, has it already been this long?

I took out my phone and checked the time. It was 11 o'clock, just like the pocket watch. I turned around and looked in the direction where the person who hit my shoulder had disappeared. I think he dropped it. I sniffled, put my watch along with my phone in my pocket, and walked away.

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I lay down on the bed and stared at the wall with blank eyes. Every wall in the room was filled with photos of Seonjae. My favorite person died, and not a single person asked me if I was okay. Because I didn't show it. It was a very successful ordinary cosplay. No one really knew. You completely lied. Thinking about that makes me cry and my eyes turn red.

At that moment, a bell was heard from next door. How much did you turn up the TV volume? 'Happy New Year! Happy New Year to all viewers!' A voice came over the wall. I jumped up, clenched my fists and pounded on the wall.

"Make sure you don't turn on the TV!"

Then, a louder banging sound came from the house next door, hitting the wall.

"Stop making ghostly noises!"

"The sound of a song... ... ."

The lower lip stuck out. Then her nostrils widen. I started crying again. She covered herself with a blanket, lay down, and cried loudly. January 1st is a new year. However, Seonjae was unable to overcome the new year. A new year that has passed without a predecessor. He buried his face in her pillow and cried, then turned over and curled up around her. I buried my face in the blanket I pulled over.

"Huh."

A sobbing sound escapes through clenched teeth. Please return Seonjae. Give me the gift, you damn world. Wiping away her tears, she turned over her body. Something pressed against my butt and made a cracking sound. What is it, a cell phone?

I let go of the blanket I was holding in my hand and fumbled for the mattress. I felt a light rising inside the blanket and looked down to see that the light starting from his buttocks was gradually expanding its area.