Lara's Admirers

Episode 95's

I still haven't said a word to this man sitting in front of me. Since our last conversation earlier, the atmosphere has become a little more awkward now. None of us want to start the conversation first. Everyone is still unable to make peace with their own ego. They still remained adamant on his stance and felt the most righteous at the moment. Just like I am experiencing right now.

I looked out at the glass wall. All that is seen is a thick fog with a pile of snow that is increasingly piling up and increasingly covering the road. Traffic was disrupted as snow was strewn everywhere.

The more here the temperature dropped, making the entire city almost freeze. At times like this, many people spend their time at home. To warm themselves up while protecting them from the worst possible happening out there. But damn it I'm stuck here with this shitty guy.

I don't know why this happened either. Too perfect to be called a coincidence. I can't even believe that our meeting at the food stall happened by chance. If all this happened by chance, then I should appreciate it. The universe can act like that in an instant. And humans could only look at him with all sorts of feelings.

"The temperature dropped two degrees" Arka said then put her phone back in her pocket.

I only caught a glimpse of it, then immediately turned my gaze to the other corner of this place.

Actually I'm still upset with Arka. He was so stubborn that he would not obey my words just this time. If he had believed all my words, then we would not have been trapped in this place. If he let me go home, I wouldn't be cold out here.

Amel must be alone in the dorm room. He can't go anywhere when there's a storm like this. If he is determined to keep doing it, then life is at stake. And I believe that the girl still loves her whole life. The girl must have cooked kalguksu for our lunch menu. I promised Amel that I would go home before lunch, because we would have lunch together. But it seems like this time the girl will be disappointed heavily with me.

I looked at my phone to check the latest information. I'm trying to text Amel if I can't get home in time because I'm caught in a storm. But damn how can this goddamn phone suddenly die from running out of power. I haven't used it all day.

"Pake's dead all over again!" my grumbling slowly.

"Where not to bring the power bank again, how dong this." my inner heart while grunting annoyed.

Today I was really made miserable by everyone. How can a bad day like this happen to me. What Goddess Fortuna is not taking sides with me anymore today. I don't know, I think it's really my fucking day. I hope I never have another day like this again. I want this day to be the last time in my life.

I let out a long sigh while scratching my non-itchy head. I'm really frustrated.

'COLLAPSE!!!'

Suddenly the sound of a huge blow appeared and shocked everyone. I searched where the sound came from. His voice was very loud and almost deafened my ears. I ran towards the glass wall that supported this place. What a mess this time. The translucent part of this place, is now the most crowded point.

I'm lucky to have such a tiny body that it can fit through a small crack. I confidently broke through the crowd, until I reached the front row. My body pecked for a moment when I found what I was looking for all this time. I can hardly believe what I just saw. What kind of sight is this.

I leaned against the glass wall, trying to keep myself standing there. Suddenly someone tried to pull me out of the crowd immediately. He did all of that as my defenses began to weaken. Then he hugged me with all his might. He seemed to be trying to transfer all the remaining energy he had to me.

I raised my face weakly. It turned out that this person was someone who had been with me since this morning. My legs started shaking when I found out that I was really scared right now. The sirens of police cars and ambulances were really trying to scare me indirectly.

What I saw just now ads something I really don't want to expose. But why did I take that careless step. I've made myself fall to the bottom of that abyss. No one else did it, but me.

Arka took me back to sit in our original chair. He tried to convince me that everything would be fine. He was trying to make me look ordinary after all that. It was as if that had never happened and I had never seen it either. But anyway I still can't control myself. The events just now had really taken me in a huge shock.

Arka held my hand tightly. This man is giving me all his courage. He didn't want to see me tremble like this frightened man.

I still can't believe what I just saw. I cannot fully recognize that right. And it seems that not only am I surprised here, but also everyone who witnessed it earlier.

I saw a private car fighting a bull with a bus. They both move from the opposite direction. I don't know who's wrong with this. I came right after all that happened, it's too late to figure out what caused it. People say the private car slipped and got off the wheel.

A few seconds after I got there, I found that the private car had been overturned. Then suddenly came out so much thick liquid red like fresh blood. And this time it wasn't just a guess. I'm pretty sure it's blood. Until it came to its climax when the disgusting thing started to stain the white snow around it and make it melt.

The smell immediately spread quickly everywhere. At that time I could feel if there was something from inside my body that forced me up to come out. But it seems my fear of the event is much greater than nausea. How can I remain calm as if nothing had happened, when I saw it all with my own eyes.

I still can't forget what happened three years ago. Of the many memories slowly disappearing from within me, I hope that he becomes one of them. I want the memory of the accident to go away and never come back. How can I survive in this fear. I don't want to live in fear for the rest of my life.

The past keeps swirling around in my memory. My brain keeps replaying the same scene, even though it should be done. It seems to me that I want to get rid of myself. Moreover, the sound of the siren made all those memories feel real. It's as if the universe is being reworked right in front of me right now. I really don't know how to deal with all this.

"Well, is she all right?" ask Arka carefully.

I can't answer the question for now. Even to open my mouth was no longer able to. My tongue feels so bad. For now the inflammation has enough energy to breathe alone is more than enough. My lungs seem to be running out of oxygen right now. I need more air to survive in a time like this. The people around me are seen scrambling to take in a lot of oxygen from the air they breathe. I know if they're as shocked as I am, or maybe more than that.

For now I can't do much. Especially words. It will only drain my energy. I wanted to disappear from this world for a while. To a place where I am only one. Back when everything was okay. But I know that we can't run from trouble. Because problems are there to face and not to be avoided. But even to look at him I couldn't. Then how can I face it. I knew I was going to lose at the beginning of the game. Better to give up before you lose. Not because I'm a coward. But I know to what extent my current abilities are.

I try to survive in situations like this. I tried as hard as I could to take back control of my forcibly deprived self. I'm trying to overcome this mess. I will rebuild the half-broken fortress. I don't know if I can do all that or not. But I always believed in myself, because he was the only one I could trust so far. I can't continue to rely on, let alone rely on others. I don't know what's wrong with me lately.

I took a deep breath and threw it back into the air. Slowly but surely, I tried to arrange everything that looked messy in there. Little by little I re-gathered all my energy that went nowhere. All the loss and chaos occurred suddenly, but never returned suddenly. There is always a process to return, but there is never a process to leave.

In times of revival like this, it is always an interesting part of a story. That means the main character is still alive. He has not given up the cruelty of the world. This moment has always been the most legendary moment of all time.

"The winner is the one who gets back up after being dropped."

That's the sentence I remember from a man named Hanbin. Yes, I know and you all know. He grew up with his band in this homeland.

"Until when will this storm take place." I asked in a trembling tone.

Arka could only shake her head crazily. He couldn't even keep his words. If he was close to giving up like this, then what about me who was so much weaker than him.

After feeling a lot calmer, I cleared myself to go back to see that horrible scene. After gathering the remnants of my courage and feeling enough over it all, I finally went back to challenging myself. I don't want to be enslaved by this fear all my life. I can still fight it all while I want.

I bit my lower lip hard, to prevent something bad from happening. Some hysterical screams echoed again within my sense of hearing. That pitiful sight came back again after I tried so hard to get rid of it. But this time I won't just lose. At least there must be a meaningful resistance before deciding to give up.

"Gue can't take it anymore, I want to go home!" whine me to that guy.

"But how are things out there?! I just don't want us to do anything." he replied in a much higher tone of voice.

It was obvious that he was angry with me at the moment. I know that his mind is in a mess right now. His heart and brain could not walk in rhythm. None of them understood and worked together. He is trying to fight himself.

The hands are clearly visible. It shows that his blood pressure is currently rising. His emotions are peaking at the moment. Almost out of control. But it seems I'm sure if he can overcome the chaos inside him. He has often felt this kind of turmoil. Since this isn't the first time, I don't think it's necessary for me to interfere.

While waiting for the man to solve his personal problems, I could only look at the people around me who looked so devastated by the incident just now. They all look helpless. It was like stealing our souls. Everyone who was around the scene looked like the undead. They were deadly in a place with a deathly pale face. Even his head could not look at him anymore. They couldn't take their eyes off the point of spontaneously stealing the public's attention.