Hello, today we open a new novel.

Moreover, to practice using language expressions.

Second, to practice plotting.

Asam to practice writing dramatic novels

Asi, to satisfy my desires!

So, this is the beginning of writing a dramatic novel.

If there is anything wrong, we apologize here.

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What are the values ​​that society wants from teenagers? They must be good people, patient, and honest. Or want someone who dares to express themselves.. If I had to choose one, he would probably only answer You have to have all of that to be a good teenager.

Since childhood, I have known how to place myself within the framework of the word rules..the rules that society has created. But while I was living in the same framework, Instead, there is one person who is outside the box. She is the one who goes against me no matter what. She lived a happy and free life like a bird while I was locked in a cage labeled RULES.

I look up to you with a smile as warm as the sun. I want to be like you, who is free. and dare to step out of the box

“What did you say..that you weren't going to study tutoring? Have you gone crazy?!”

But I can't be like her. I know that besides the framework called rules, I am still bound by the chains that my father created. Set your life path Paving a path full of rose petals and waiting for me to walk on it.

Not caring that the path he paved was filled with someone's sorrow.

Because our life paths are like parallel lines that will never meet, I have accepted being a coward for not even going to talk to her. I know what the end of the path that we struggle to walk is.. that's why I am willing to walk on the path that my father paved for me.

but...

“What is your name? Why are you sitting here alone?”

The joy was filled with sadness..I was glad that she came to talk to me. I was glad that I was finally able to enter her sight. But in the end, I'm just a human being controlled by a person called Father..I tried to make her hate me. Because I know that if she hates me..I must suffer.

The more I suffer, the more I will struggle to follow the path my father paved for me and the more distance I will become from her.

"Don't mess with me..we live in different worlds."

Yes..while you think of yourself as lowly, I really want to let you know that the lowly person is me because you are like a warm world that comforts people like me. But the world I live in is..it Filled with coldness, it was too painful for someone like you to be here.

But you surprise and delight me every day. Even if I hurt you with words No matter how much she cries over what I did, tomorrow she will come up to me and smile and say,

"good morning"

But she didn't know that every time she smiled and said those words, My heart hurts even more..how many times have you cried before you can smile like this? How sad must you be to have the courage to walk up to me like every day? And I..must be mean to you like this. Until when?

I have no right to answer those questions.

I was afraid..afraid that if it went on for too long, the wall I had built to block her would disappear. I knew that at that point..my father would start to move. Even though I knew..but I chose to destroy the wall and walk away. Find her yourself.

“I really want you to be like this forever.”

I couldn't answer or promise her that I would do this forever, so I kept quiet and hugged her close to my body. It was time for my happiness to end.. My father wanted me to study abroad.

I knew it was a warning from Dad to stay away from her.

But I'm still stubborn..still struggling to see her until the last day.

The day we had to separate

“If I disappear..will you be happy?”

I asked her that question on a night when the sky was full of stars. She furrowed her brow and asked me where I was going in a trembling voice. At that time, I felt especially hot at the corners of my eyes.. I didn't think to tell. Unfortunately, my face said it all.

"Can't you go?"

"...excuse me"

It was the last conversation I had with her. I hugged her until morning. I regret that I couldn't step out of my crazy frame. Even the chains that held me down...I couldn't break them.

“Goodbye..my heart.”

In the end...this ending is not different from what I thought. I hope she still remembers me. I won't forget that bad guy. One person..who loves you with all my heart.

write..

September 20, Buddhist holy season 2018