Chapter 270 (1/2)

“Should we stay a little more?”

She spoke. Maru nodded faintly.

Despite the common plot, the reason Maru couldn’t escape the swamp of emotions should be because the situation didn’t feel unfamiliar to him. He was well aware that a movie was just a movie and that fiction had nothing to do with reality, but his heart didn’t act the way he wanted it to. His mind stayed silent, yet his heart was crying all by itself.

He focused on the movie and didn’t even realize he was crying. The figure of the husband that passed away overlapped with his own figure at the last moments of his life, which made him gnash his teeth. After that, he felt a tragic sadness when he saw that the spirit of the husband tried to help his remaining family without making his presence known. Throughout the entire movie, he saw within the actors the figures of his wife in his forties as well as his daughter who might have been in middle school or high school. That suffocated him.

The woman that introduced herself as the angel or the grim reaper showed him that his wife and daughter were living safely in another world, but when he watched the movie, he started getting worried about the forces of society that might bring trouble upon them once more. What if something happened to them? Wouldn’t they be in trouble like the characters in the movie? Perhaps they are resenting me? - He had many questions in his mind.

He thought that he was over that by now. He was confident that he could stay smiling and just go past it without getting sad. However, he was clearly wrong. Well, it would be a little surprising if he could erase 20 years of life with just two. He had the faint premonition that the fog of emotions in his heart would continue being there eternity. Was he fated to forever keep the two of them in his mind? If it was true, then it would definitely feel like running amidst the darkness in search of the shadow of hope that could never come true. Was he supposed to live as the clown wearing a smile mask while crying underneath, singing requiem to a reality reflected on a mirror? Forever?

He felt naked. Not in the sense that he was embarrassed, but that he had nothing in his hands just like the moment he was introduced to the world. All of his senses were pointed at her in front of him. Just like a newborn baby would cry in order to live, Maru couldn’t help but keep looking at her to consolidate his soul that was almost collapsing. She was still a young girl who was just maturing, but for that moment, she felt too mature to him and he had the misconception that she, who was supposed to be together with their daughter in another world, had appeared in front of him.

He could smell the fragrance of skin from her hand that wiped his tears. It was the same warm smell that came from her neck and shoulders from when she was sleeping throughout the night. The two had the same smell. Maru could only start smiling then. Here, in this place, was the person he loved.

The guilt and the longing for the family living outside of his reach was something akin to a shadow - he thought. He couldn’t remove those feelings even if he wanted to. That was because the proof of Han Maru’s living was that shadow. It was unknown when and where he would remind himself of his wife and daughter again. However, Maru intuitively realized that he wouldn’t be crying at that time; that he would be able to smile back at those memories.

After the ending credits finished, the faint lights in the theater brightened again. Maru slowly stood up after seeing staff come in and start cleaning the place. She should be confused right now, but she just held Maru’s hand as they two headed for the exit. As soon as they left, stuffy air attacked their faces. Maru felt as though he came back from dreamland.

He wiped his face. As he was a man, he felt somewhat embarrassed for showing tears. He shook off his emotions before looking at her.

“...Why are you like that?”

She had teary eyes and looked as though she was about to cry. Only then did he realize that the hand grabbing his hand was rather stiff.

“You cried first,” she spoke.

She sniffed and wiped her eyes with her sleeves. She couldn’t look more adorable. Aah, I cannot escape this woman - the word ‘happy confinement’ came to his mind.

“I’m sorry.”

Maru patted her shoulders. She looked mature for a brief moment, but she was actually just a young girl. How confused must she be after receiving the grief of a 45-year old man? He felt very sorry.

He threw a few jokes thinking that he should make her smile again. Thankfully, she started smiling again.

“I feel tired all of a sudden,” she said as they entered the lobby.

Maru understood where she was coming from. She suddenly had to deal with a crying man next to her. Receiving other’s emotions was much harder than releasing one’s own. Maru had her sit down on the sofa and went to a nearby cafe to buy a warm drink for her. When Maru came back with some drinks in his hands, he saw that she was dozing off. Maru sat down next to her and lent her his shoulder. Her round head fell on his shoulder.

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“You should’ve woken me up.”

“You were sleeping too soundly, so I didn’t dare to.”

They were standing in the bus stop. Maru spoke as he looked at the coming bus,

“There it is.”

The bus slowed down and stopped at the bus stop. She got onboard. Maru looked at her through the window. After sitting down on an empty seat, she smiled at him and waved her hand.

“Bye.”

As soon as he waved back, the bus started speeding up again. After sending her off, Maru checked on the time. It was 6 in the evening. He wished he could stay with her longer, but let her go after hearing that she had to have dinner with her mother. He remembered that his mother-in-law put importance in having dinner together.

‘Should I walk a bit then?’

The sun was setting so the air was getting chilly as well. The streets were more crowded than it was in the afternoon.

Maru looked at a standing bar among the large franchise bars. It was a small bar which no one gave a glance at, but somehow, he was drawn to it. It must be because of the memories of this 45 year-old self that came back to him at the cinema. It was obvious that those memories would fade out again by tomorrow, but for now, he could not leave this place due to the memories of his company days when he conversed with others about various things.

It was a shabby shelter he ran away to from the bomb known as superiors. It was his hideout where he could celebrate that he had survived yet another day through various insults and verbal violence. He visited these kinds of places with his colleagues, but as his company life dragged out, he eventually started going alone or with just one, very close, person.

‘The owner there made really good golbaengi-muchim.’

The owner made the golbaengi-muchim right in front of the customers. It was just a mixture of cheap store-bought canned golbaengi, as well as another cheap store-bought chogochujang, and some boiled noodles, yet it tasted so good. Maru was reminded of the store that he visited once every two days until he left the company and turned around to get a bus that headed to Seoul.