"No matter how many times I look up, The moon is always beautiful."

A mysterious woman spoke up. I turned to look at her in surprise. She was looking up at the sky. See the moon's reflection in the eyes But it's hidden in sadness. Her skin was radiant with her hair reflecting golden light. Makes me unable to take my eyes off this beautiful woman.

"You don't think so, do you?"

She said, looking down. And gave me a warm smile That smile was like a blessing from an angel that dispelled all gloom. For a moment I felt like my heart had stopped. The time of the whole world stopped. My brain stopped working. Let your questions fly away in the wind

That moment made me understand the word "Falling in love"

I just finished writing the first story. If you read this and are confused or dissatisfied in any way, please feel free to criticize. will be used for improvement Thank you to everyone who pressed in to read as well.

"No matter how many times I look up, the moon is always beautiful."

A mysterious woman spoke up. I turned to look at her in surprise. She was looking up at the sky. Seeing her eyes reflecting the light of the moon, but with a hint of sadness, her complexion shining brightly and her hair reflecting golden light made me unable to take my eyes off this beautiful woman.

"You don't think so, do you?"

She said, looking down. Then she gave me a warm smile. That smile was like a blessing from an angel that dispelled all the gloom. For a moment, I felt like my heart had stopped. The clock stopped in the world and my brain stopped working. Let your questions fly away in the wind

That moment made me understand the word "Falling in love"

Every time I feel sad or uncomfortable I often walk out to breathe in the night air. I keep walking. There is no destination. Sometimes when we face problems and chaos on a daily basis, loneliness can help us. I walked and found a bridge over a small river. There, I could see the moon and stars twinkling. The beautiful scenery and the quietness relieved me of all my sorrows from that moment on.

Almost every night I come here to sit and admire the view and enjoy the atmosphere around me. I sit and watch the moonlight reflecting on the water surface and reflecting into the eyes of the constellations that align beautifully. Makes it possible to completely eliminate fatigue.

Until one day, I met a beautiful woman while enjoying nature. I didn't notice her presence until she spoke up. Even though I didn't quite understand what she meant, what she didn't. What's even more interesting is why her eyes seemed to be filled with sadness. This young woman looked down at me and gave me a smile.

It seemed like she had said something before, whether it was a statement or a question, I didn't care. The only thing that caught my attention was her smile. I felt a strange heat in the center of my chest. Even the moonlight couldn't radiate warmth into my heart like her smile. I stared at her face for a while.

I realized that I had done something strange because I didn't know what to do in a situation like this. I just let the silence take over the both of us. But this woman suddenly took up her hand. Come up and protect your face. act flustered

"H..Is there something strange on my face?"

She spoke up, so I understood that it must have been because I accidentally stared at her like that, so I immediately apologized to her.

"No, I'm.. I'm sorry I looked at you strangely."

Her eyes widened, then she laughed. That made me feel a little awkward, but at least it was better than making the atmosphere around me feel uncomfortable.

"Do you mind? If you'd like to sit here too," she said, pointing to the seat next to me. Of course, she couldn't refuse.

"No problem, please feel free."

She actually walked over and sat next to me as requested. I don't feel like myself at all.

"The beauty of the moon when viewed from this angle is always the same. No matter how many times you come, it gives the same feeling."

she said If the atmosphere doesn't return to quiet again, I will have to keep the conversation going.

"Have you ever been here?"

"Oh." She turned and smiled at me again.

"In the past, I often came to sit and admire the view here, but before that something happened that made me have to go somewhere else, so I haven't come to sit and look at the moon like this for a long time."

"And, where you're sitting..is my usual place."

Instinctively, I quickly moved myself to get out of her way.

"Sorry, I just don't know.."

I haven't finished speaking yet. She laughed again.

“Haha, it's okay. Wherever you sit, it's the same."

After that, we both continued to talk. Until he saw that it was very late and it was time to go home. Before we separated, she called me again.

"Hey, thanks. It was really fun talking to you."

This sentence made me almost cringe. But you have to try to keep your cool.

"See you tomorrow..no, tomorrow night!"

She said her last words before walking away. I could only nod my head, fully aware of how strangely I had acted in front of her.

As far as I can touch She seems like a very friendly and playful person. She seems like a very happy person. So it makes me surprised if she is this happy..

"Then why are your eyes filled with sadness?"

After that night Every day we would meet at night to sit and talk while admiring the atmosphere on the bridge. We exchanged experiences or told stories about our daily experiences. Sometimes I brought small things like chocolates, candies, or other knick-knacks. Time gradually made our relationship stronger, from just telling nonsense stories or ordinary everyday things to gradually starting to talk about personal matters. Sometimes I used problems I encountered while working or various worries to vent. She even told me honestly that she didn't have many friends.

As for the reason why, I don't dare ask either. I learned that her house was not far from the area.

So I once tried inviting her to go out together in the morning. At that time, her expression became clearly sadder and then she slowly smiled sheepishly. Ready to politely decline my request. "I'm sorry, but I can't go." Even though I felt disappointed, what was more worrying was whether I had made her feel uncomfortable or not. So I quickly told her that it was okay.

As for the reason why she couldn't go, of course I didn't ask further. She probably has her reasons.

"Wow, I'm so tired."

I exclaimed, complaining to myself. It was another day of having to deal with various chaos. When I got home I felt extremely relaxed. On the way back I noticed dark clouds coming from a distance. The rain has begun and I suspect it will fall heavily tonight. Having said that, I secretly regretted it a bit. I had bought a bright red apple because that woman had hinted that she wanted to eat it. But let's just say, "It's okay. Let's leave it for tomorrow."

I arrived home and was ready to spend some time alone relaxing. I picked up the book I had left off reading. I was going to use this opportunity to read it to the end, and then the rain fell exactly as expected. Reading your favorite book in the rainy atmosphere while playing music.

acoustic

Go along with it. It's such a good feeling.

While I was reading the book anxiously Instead, something disturbed me until a loud crackling sound was heard from not far away. Which is nothing but my own stubborn stomach. Even though I had actually eaten dinner. It was late at night and I was hungry. I decided to put down the book and walk around the house to see if there was anything I could do as a tribute to satisfy my stomach. Unfortunately, besides the apples I had intended to buy for the young woman. that person, and there was nothing that could alleviate this hunger.

It wouldn't be nice to eat that apple instead, so I decided to take an umbrella and go out to fight the rain, willing to do anything to satisfy my intestinal desires. I walked around to see if there was anything for sale around here. some Until they stopped at a familiar bridge, red clouds and torrential rain destroyed the beautiful scenery.

Looking from this angle, you can only see the raindrops hitting the surface of the river below. No, there's something else I can see from here.

I saw a woman sitting in my usual spot in the pouring rain. Her hair was colored.

Her golden blonde hair and clothes were all soaked. At first, I thought it was just my blindness. But the closer I walked, the image of the woman became clearer than before until I was sure that it was definitely her. Then what was she doing here alone in the midst of such an uncomfortable weather? Take it for granted.

I walked straight towards her. The first thing I did was take out an umbrella so that the umbrella I had brought was only suitable for one person, so my body started to get wet with raindrops. She looked up as if she could feel that I was standing here. Even before I could ask anything, I noticed her face. This time it wasn't just the eyes or the expression. Her whole face showed sadness.

She..is crying. Even though the tears flow along with the rain

I was so shocked, I didn't even know what to do to make this woman shed tears. I wasn't sure if what I was about to do was right because I had never had to comfort a woman before in my life.

I let go of the umbrella I was holding. And hugging her into my shoulder was the only way I could think of at that moment, even though I thought it probably wasn't a good way. But the result was the opposite. She didn't push me away at all. Instead, she let out a louder cry than before. I hugged her and rubbed her head.

Then let the raindrops soak both of us for about a few minutes..

It is considered very lucky that there is a small pavilion in the area that is enough to shelter from the rain. So I brought her in. It wouldn't be good to leave her out in the rain for this long. She seemed to calm down after letting out a big yelp, then turned to me and smiled despite the stains. Little tears on the corner of the eyes

"Thank you," she said with soft sobs.

"It's okay. But are you okay?"

“Um,” she said, chuckling lightly, “if I answered like that it would probably be a lie.”

"How can it be okay like this?"

She said it like this, so I felt worried and concerned. This time it wouldn't be ugly if I wanted to know the reason.

"If you have any problems, you can tell me."

“Thank you for listening. Actually.."

"..I'm not in good health. It's quite bad."

Then she told me various stories. Each story that was told caused listeners like me to experience extreme shock even though it was not really my own story. Why do I feel so distressed? I want the story she told to be a lie. She told me that in fact she was suffering from an allergic reaction to the sun and her body's immune system was weak.

It was the reason why she didn't leave the house in the morning and had almost no friends because she had to stay at home. Previously, she had said that she disappeared from here for a while because her condition got so bad that she had to go out for treatment. The city began to recover and came back. But recently her condition began to deteriorate again and seemed to be worse than before.

She honestly confessed to me that she probably didn't have much longer to live, so she came here regularly. In order to keep this beautiful scenery for a long time, she could not know which day would be the last day that she would bid farewell to Khun Phrachan.

The rain has begun to let up. It's probably time to go our separate ways. Right now my stomach is full of her sad stories. If there were any more, I probably wouldn't be able to take it. Even if your favorite thing comes

The pile in front of him could not be eaten at all. My whole body was numb, just having the strength to walk home was too much to bear.

"Go first," she said goodbye to me like she always did.

“Can you go home? Do you want me to send it?”

"It's okay. I walk around alone like this all the time."

"Then..please go home."

In the end, she gave me a smile and walked away. It sounded like a goodbye like every night, but this time it was actually a little different. Well, she still hasn't told me "see you tomorrow night".

I kept thinking about her over and over in my head on the walk back. The pain, the suffering, the discouragement. Or even the hopelessness that she had to go through was too much for such a delicate and gentle girl. It seemed that whenever she thought about sad things, the atmosphere was always kind. Suddenly, raindrops fell and showered her. On my cheek

But it's strange, why does the rain only fall on the surface of the face? The rest of the body can't feel the water droplets at all.

So, like this?

It's not raindrops. But it was the tears that overflowed from my own eye sockets.

"When did I start to hate silence?"

I thought to myself as I looked at her usual seat on the bridge, whether it was the shadow of the moonlight reflecting on the water surface. The stars were shining brightly in the sky and the gentle breeze was blowing the scent of dirt and grass. Everything is still the same. The only thing that has changed is that she hasn't been sitting here for almost a week since the day she told me everything in the rain. After that, I haven't seen her. Again, I was used to hearing her voice telling me various stories. The old atmosphere, when covered in silence, made me feel not used to it.

I sat down in my usual place, hoping that she would sit here with me again. There were many questions in my head, questions that would probably never be answered. What exactly happened to her? At least you could come back and explain to me a little bit.

I let myself fall into thoughts. A feeling of sorrow builds up in my heart even though I miss it this much. But I can't do anything if the moon goddess doesn't give me some guidance. Please send her back here before I go crazy from distraction.

"No matter how many times I look up, The moon is really beautiful.”

Yes, you're right, it's really beautiful but without you it's meaningless.

"Do you think so too?"

I must have gotten really distracted. Even though I could hear the voice in my head so clearly, what was she doing here? ㅡthis

I turned in the direction I heard the sound. Saw blonde hair blowing in the breeze, eyes and glowing skin. I didn't think I'd get to the point of seeing her hallucinations.

"You haven't given me an answer yet."

Both her voice and image were too clear. It was too clear to be just a hallucination in my head when I looked at it carefully. I even had to open my eyes. This is the real you, there's no mistaking that woman right in front of me.

"What's wrong with you? I was shocked like I saw a ghost..ah."

I immediately jumped in and hugged her. There was nothing that caught my attention like the woman in front of me. She looked slightly taken aback from shock. But at least this proved that I wasn't hallucinating myself.

“Oh, the moon is really beautiful. But it's not as beautiful as when we have you together."

"Is that your answer?"

"And you don't think the same?"

"Think about it."

"So you won't disappear again?"

"I can't make a promise."

I slowly loosened my embrace a little. Then he grabbed her shoulder instead.

"You..are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to come here to lie to you."

She still forced a smile. No matter how sad

"Actually, after that day My condition has deteriorated greatly.”

“Then it means your symptoms are getting better. That's why she came here."

"No, I just came to say goodbye."

"Huh.."

"But first, I have a question."

"What is it?"

Her height was not that much shorter than mine, and she tipped up slightly. Our faces were only a few centimeters apart, so that we could feel the heat coming from her breath. Her lips slowly came together. Slowly, with my lips, warmth spread throughout my body.

Then slowly pulled their lips apart. Her face was as red as the color of an apple, and mine was probably no different.

“I bet your chapped lips must be as rough as the surface of the moon,” she said, laughing.

"You said you were coming to say goodbye. What does that mean?"

"I came to say goodbye to you and Mr. Moon for the last time. How about that?"

Then she told me a story that shocked me again. She said her condition worsened so much that she had to disappear from view for several days. She decided to undergo surgery even though doctors said her chances of survival were very slim.

"Will you come back?"

"Can't promise."

"So how long will you be gone?"

"Maybe..forever."

"I'll wait."

"Um, what do you know? The moon we see every day is just one side of itself."

"I've heard that before. Why?"

“Maybe I can wait for you there. ..on the other side of the moon"

I hugged her again. I want to stop time for as long as possible. But how can I do it? Just the tears on my face can't stop it. I don't want to let her go anywhere.

"Can't you go?"

"Ummm..Do you think I'll answer like this?"

"Please stay like this a little longer."

Finally, the party had to say goodbye. Both of us did the same. Her first steps away from me caused a feeling of pain in the middle of my chest. This time there were no goodbyes or any words at all. She only left a smile before disappearing from my sight.

And she never came back again..

After that day, I could still go to the bridge every day, but I waited day after day and there seemed to be no sign for so long that I couldn't count how much time had passed. Where is she now? What are you doing? Will you be comfortable? These are probably questions that probably won't have answers. All we can do right now is wait.

Even though time keeps passing by This place is still the same as before. The round rock that shines brightly in the sky is still the same. What I saw was still only one side of it. I don't know if she was actually waiting on the other side or not. The entire scenery had not changed at all. The only thing that's different here is the way I feel every time I look up at the sky.

It gave me a different feeling than I had felt relieved every time I saw it. But now it makes me feel so much heartache.

I don't know if it's because of the night air. Or is it because of the light of the moon? Every time I touch it, it feels like I'm drinking alcohol into my body, which makes me feel lonely. thinking of someone Sometimes I want to cry. Maybe I'm sick now. Maybe it's "allergy to the moon"?

Building, building, building

While I was lost in my own thoughts I heard footsteps not far away. Normally at this time there were hardly any people traveling in this area. The sound of footsteps hitting the ground was gradually getting closer and closer. Until it stopped next to me, I turned towards the source of the sound.

"When I look at the moon from this angle It's so beautiful.”

   ========== The end ==========