Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 113



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EP 5 – Love Story

“Some things change over time. The body, the inner self, and love. This novel deconstructs a person and shows how he changes over time… No. ‘Disbandment’. Not even a butcher shop. “It’s so grotesque.”

“People move toward death, and love moves toward eternity. This novel is a lonely and desperate journey of a person looking for unchanging love. Does unchanging love exist? Does eternal love exist? The writer answered us… No. “It’s too much like a review.”

“In the irreversible flow of time, existence becomes increasingly blurred. People with worn-out love yearn for a love that will never change. This novel dismantles the love that one being conveys to another by throwing it into the flow of time. And I gaze into eternity with a cold gaze… This is okay.”

A recommendation is something that is often written on the back of a book.

To recommend how good this book is.

Of course, getting recommendations from famous writers is harder than picking a star from the sky.

You can get stars by taking a spaceship, but if you don’t like the author, you will never receive a recommendation.

However, after reading ‘Love Story’ in the United States, Gu Hak-Jun asked Gu Hak-Jun to write a recommendation for him, and he wooed him so passionately that the novelists he knew would shed tears of blood when they saw him, and he was qualified to write a recommendation for ‘Love Story.’

And when I got home, I was walking around the living room thinking about what kind of recommendation I should write.

Finally, Gu Hak-jun, who wrote a recommendation that didn’t seem bad, asked Gu Yu-bin.

“Yubin, what do you think of this recommendation?”

However, Gu Yubin, who was sitting on the sofa, smiled awkwardly and returned to her room.

“I’ll just rest in my room for a moment.”

“Uh, okay.”

Crash. The smile disappeared from Gu Yubin’s face as she closed the door.

At this moment when no one was looking at her, her face revealed her true feelings.

Her long neatly straight hair was matted like a ghost, and her face, which had been filled with a beautiful smile, was grimacing hideously.

Feelings of inferiority, defeat, resignation, resentment, astonishment, etc. were swirling around.

Gu Yubin’s clenched fists trembled.

‘lost···’

The weight of talent is different.

Gu Yubin closely observed and analyzed the talents of writers.

The results were devastating.

Gu Yu-bin thought that the writer was far superior to him in all aspects.

The weight of your worries is different, the weight of your talents is different, and the quality of the language you speak is different.

With his genius intuition, he writes clearly about things that others cannot see,

Weaving a beautiful spider web by weaving together plots and plots like weft and warp with sophisticated reason,

They are all better writers than me.

I was completely defeated by that boy as a novelist.

That’s what I thought.

“How on earth…”

Gu Yubin muttered that and looked at ‘Love Story’. The book seemed to be filled with black darkness.

The name of that darkness is inferiority complex.

The same feelings she felt every time she saw her father were now flowing out of the book of a boy much younger than her.

While Gu Yu-bin showed darkness through sword violence and a sea of ​​blood, Moon-in showed a deeper darkness by dismantling and completely destroying one person’s love.

While Gu Yubin showed loneliness through the people trapped in a snowy mountain hut, the writer showed a deeper loneliness with only the reflection of a wrinkled old man.

While Gu Yu-bin showed happiness through love that borders between literature and obscenity, the writer showed deeper happiness through the fleeting light in a person’s eyes.

The writer is just a boy.

okay. The most terrifying thing is this.

How on earth can you write something like that without learning anything?

Is it possible to lightly trample on someone’s efforts just because they were born with talent?

Why on earth wasn’t I born with talent?

Why didn’t I inherit my father’s talent?

With that thought in mind, Gu Yubin threw herself on the bed.

And I ripped my head out from under the blanket.

Meanwhile.

Gu Yuna in the next room was feeling different emotions while looking at the same book.

The manuscript that was taken by poking the writer’s side with his finger had already been transformed into a hardcover book by the printer thanks to the poking of the side by Mom and Dad.

As Gu Yuna turned each page of the book, some kind of light seemed to flow out.

Gu Yuna read the book and looked at the light as if fascinated. That light was what she had seen in her other time zone.

The name of that light is ‘Dream’.

* * *

“Oh wow…”

“What should I do, I can’t see it…”

Baekhak Entertainment Publication Management Department Office.

Lim Yang-wook and Baek Seol were also affected by ‘that scene.’

As soon as a beautiful love story ends,

After decades,

The scene where that beautiful love is disintegrating one by one,

It made the viewer feel as much pain as the beauty they felt in Part 1.

Lim Yang-wook muttered without realizing it.

“Cruel bastard…”

Lim Yang-wook felt that the writer was a very meticulous writer. Moonin completely dismantled all the love she showed in her first part in her second part.

In the fairytale-like mise-en-scène shown by the two, they fought in front of their children for the first time.

In a place where both of them had the most beautiful memories, they said something they should never say to the other for the first time.

The biggest reason why two people loved each other became the biggest reason why they hated each other decades later.

Yangwook Lim thought that these scenes felt more cruel than dismembering a human being alive. This is because it destroys the soul, not the body.

And I was worried.

Isn’t this boy, carrying so much tension, impatient to create a masterpiece to meet people’s expectations?

And when you’re in that situation, haven’t you made the biggest mistake you can make: not being able to distinguish between ‘darkness’ and ‘artistry’?

Eventually, Lim Yang-wook’s doubts were completely resolved when he reached the third part.

The boy who longed for eternal love and unchanging love became young, middle-aged, and old.

The love and hate of my youth are all washed away in time,

The person I loved and hated the most has also passed away from this world.

The old man left alone endures time quietly.

At the lakeside cabin where his wife is buried.

Longing for unchanging love.

And that time has finally arrived for him.

* * *

As I collapsed in the cabin and slowly lost consciousness, I felt death approaching me.

It was a mistake.

I woke up in the hospital. My separated children were surrounding me.

And I was in a state where I couldn’t say anything or make any gestures. The road to death was longer, more persistent, and more painful than I thought.

I felt someone inserting a tube into my urethra to collect urine. The nurse looked down on me, treating me like a corpse because I couldn’t move. I can understand because I too found the smell of feces coming out of my anus disgusting.

My whole body itched. It’s itchy, but I can’t scratch it. Because my body didn’t move.

I felt like I was going crazy, wondering if there was any pain worse than that tickling.

And there was even more pain than that.

When the itch started to slowly disappear, I felt the sensation in my body slowly disappearing from the extremities.

Death is slowly approaching.

I screamed.

He was screaming and struggling, flailing his arms and legs in all directions.

Of course, only in your mind.

By this time I was completely crazy and couldn’t even remember what I was thinking.

It was just a lump of flesh struggling in fear of death and leaking feces and urine with someone’s help.

Eventually, all the tickling stopped and even my five senses disappeared.

But I didn’t die.

In the first place, it was my mistake to think that I would die if all sensation in my body disappeared.

Only then did I come to my senses. And for the first time since I was born into this world, I felt as if I existed only in spirit and not in body.

I was a soul floating in the dark. Instead of an old and shabby body, only reason existed. I floated in the darkness, thinking of myself as the purest form of humanity.

Can eternal love exist?

Even if someone says they love me forever, can I tell it’s true?

People cannot look into other people’s hearts.

Even if I am promised eternal love, what I really get is just a voice whispering that promise.

So, isn’t it impossible for one being to receive the heart of another?

So, where is the love I have been longing for my whole life? Is there anything in this world that doesn’t change? Where is the purest love that will withstand the test of time?

I don’t remember how much time I spent thinking about love.

As a form of pure reason, I was free from time for the first time.

Of course, I know that I am facing death. But I don’t know when that death will come.

Just like a broken machine turning off without warning, it will disappear at some point.

Then I cannot feel that death. So that death has no meaning to me.

Just like love.

Then one day, I felt my bright mind being dragged into my aging body.

I wanted to reject it, but slowly I began to feel the touch of flesh.

The stuffy air of the hospital room, the painful numbness of the limbs, the tingling of the spine that was torn apart by decades of labor, and the cardiopulmonary organs that had to do everything they could to even breathe.

Since I had been pure of spirit not long ago, I had to feel these physical pains vividly.

I couldn’t understand why God was giving me this ordeal.

Why on earth does life torture me until the last moment?

Why don’t we cut off this miserable chain?

Why do you not pity this soul who was not loved until the end?

At that time, I realized that there was a thin hand shaking my body to wake me up.

The moment my vision returned, I realized that I was lying in a dark hospital room.

Quiet moonlight seeped through the windows, and the curtains fluttered like ghosts in the night breeze.

And, there was a child staring at me with a young face.

A child with moonlight in his eyes spoke to me.

“grandfather. “Do you remember?”

I couldn’t answer.

“Every time my mom tells me never to buy me coffee. “Her grandfather secretly took her out to the park and bought her coffee.”

Of course I remember. Hey.

You ended up spilling coffee on your collar, and you and I both got scolded by my daughter for it.

“Even when I was scolded by the staff for breaking a dinosaur toy at the museum, my grandfather ran over and fought for me… Do you remember this?”

then. How can you not remember?

“What about slipping on the road while sledding? “What about splashing around in the inflatable bathtub in the yard?”

of course. I remember it vividly.

“······If you remember, please answer.”

I couldn’t answer.

The child started crying.

However, the child could not cry in the quiet hospital room where everyone was asleep, so the child held back tears by rubbing his eyes.

I saw in the child’s face the face of the one I loved most. Her child looked half like her and me.

“···Hey.”

At that moment, I found the love I had been longing for my whole life.

It existed within me.

Life, emotions, and mind are all yours. No being can completely receive the heart of another. The only mind a human can possess is his or her own.

And I, without a doubt, love this child infinitely.

That love will never change, and I own it completely.

ah.

There were things that did not change.

It was inside me.

I gathered every last ounce of energy I had left in my body to express my love to my child.

A trembling hand stroked the child’s head.

“I will love you forever.”

I finally die in undying love.