prologue
The boy opened his eyes.
And I realized everything.
Cracks gradually appeared on the boy’s face, like broken glass.
no.
no.
It is a lie.
The boy, who had been mumbling something like a broken machine over and over again, stood up. The coldness of the marble floor that touched my bare feet went up my body.
He no longer felt the pain that had always bothered him.
“… “That can’t be possible.”
A lukewarm and anxious voice dispersed in small whispers.
When the boy slowly opened the hospital room door, people with urgent expressions were heading somewhere.
thud. thud.
Is something hitting me?
It was too loud.
White feet stepped down the hallway.
My mind was clearer than ever, and it felt like I was walking through a dream.
I followed people like a fish swimming in the current.
At the place where his steps stopped, the boy looked at the doorplate of the hospital room.
Room 714.
next. The boy’s gaze was directed to the brightly open hospital room.
People in white robes were staring desperately at someone.
“3, 2, 1!”
thud.
“again! 3, 2, 1!”
thud.
At that time, one person turned around.
Only then was the boy able to see the face of the person who was surrounded by people.
thud.
The young man’s bluish body rose and fell helplessly as the machine moved.
thud.
A dull noise echoed in my head, but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from.
The man’s face looked relaxed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Water dripped down along with the slow movement of the eyelids.
The boy raised his hand to cover his face and instantly collapsed as the moisture touched his fingers.
“liar.”
I barely managed to vomit out a single word.
It was so cold that the tips of my hands and feet were cold.
The nurse, who found the boy too late, hurriedly approached and stopped before I knew it.
A boy standing like a stone statue was crying silently with an expression of wanting to die.
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