Does the word "coincidence" really exist?

The smell of moist soil gave a strange feeling. Showing the late afternoon sun shining through the shadows of the trees. With someone's hand reaching out to hold my hand gently

I...came here again.

I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. It was the sound that made my strange dreams stop. Everything spins and came back to rest as before. My heart beats rapidly for no apparent reason every time I open my eyes to face the real world.

A dream where the surroundings are a clear forest With someone...whose name or face I don't even know, I remember only their warmth. and the scent of tenderness that was sent Even though in that dream I knew everything about him, but when I opened my eyes, that part of my awareness was shockingly absent. It's no different than a deleted file. and recover repeatedly

Every day I pass by with the thought Tonight, he and I will meet again. That was enough for me to lead a monotonous life on this blue planet called Earth. I knew that he was in a world that I had created myself, but I didn't know why. I'm so attached to him.

I truly believe that one day we will meet.

The view outside the window changes according to the speed of the electric train. Tall buildings that can be seen to the point of boredom cast long shadows. Many cars were completely stationary on the road. It doesn't move anywhere at all, which may make many people feel irritated. The smell of people crowding together was still the same. The smell of sweat and perfume mixed everywhere.

Sometimes the world seems to spin slowly. But if we focus on something for a long time...it will probably be faster, if not more or less.

I regained consciousness and was opening the front door. The sky was plastered with the pink color of the evening sun. The cloud streaks turned orange like someone had colored them. This is probably one thing I can never get bored of.

Dinner continued quietly because there was only me in the house. It's dark outside now.

Time moves so slowly

The lights in the bedroom are completely turned off. The cool air mixed with the fatigue that had accumulated all day made me fall asleep easily. The familiar atmosphere gradually returned to normal.

“It's raining outside.” That person probably meant the real world.

“That's it.”

We walked and stopped next to a small stream. Clear water flows continuously. Rounded pebbles lay at the bottom, as if waiting for someone to scoop them up. He turned and smiled at me before we sat and looked at the small stream. without anyone saying anything It was as if he didn't want to ruin this atmosphere at all.

It felt so warm that...I didn't want even one second to pass.

All the stories continued like this for a month. Until then....the end that I never wanted to come

The word "future" is something that cannot be known. I have always thought about it, but when the future becomes the present, sometimes it becomes something. I don't want to know. Most surprisingly After everything had disappeared, it was like a bubble that had been burst and could not be returned. I've always consoled myself.

Just pull yourself up to face the real world.

The word "just" cannot erase the fact that I feel like something important has disappeared forever. Every sound of the second hand on the watch sounded so painful that I couldn't tell. Now I know that loneliness is everywhere. Even the water in the glass that was poured out A mailbox that hasn't been used for a long time and has gathered dust. A vase left by the window And wherever you looked, there was only a faint gray mist everywhere.

I decided to take a leave of absence from work and drive away without even having a destination in mind. I just want to try to change the atmosphere. Maybe it might help. More or less, Bangkok's traffic is still slow as usual. I took a taxi to my middle school.

Damn it, I'm acting more and more like a heartbroken person every day.

While sitting and thinking about something for fun The sound of the wheels grinding on the road was ear-piercing. Followed by a loud bang next to him and a heavy impact. Everything seems to fade away. Until finally it went off.

I don't know how long I slept. But when he regained consciousness, the smell of disinfected rice water permeated everywhere. along with feeling pain all over the body I guessed right away. This is definitely a hospital. Mother's voice sounded not far away. and getting louder and louder

“Thea, are you awake?” Mother's voice was filled with concern.

"Why...."

“Thea got hit by a car,” Mom said, gently stroking my head. Comforting me like when I was little, "It's okay. Just rest."

I noticed my mother's eyes were bruised from crying. That hurt me even more.

“Where are you going today, Dr. Ai?” The nurse's voice came through.

“I saw that it was goodbye. I just called this morning,” another voice answered. After this, there was a muffled sound that I couldn't understand.

Why...why do I feel strange about that name?

I stayed there for treatment for two nights. My symptoms improved but I still couldn't go home. The color of the sky that can be seen from the windows in patient rooms changes according to the degree of sunlight, no different than before.

Someone walked past my room. Feelings of heaviness, longing, and nostalgia that have been stored up since that day. The flow overflowed like a dam had broken until it was completely blocked.

Sometimes time passes slowly. Maybe because you're waiting for something.

Someone's words flashed into my mind. I hurriedly got up and opened the door. But it wasn't in time.

Here I am...being held back again.

Warm water flowed silently down his cheeks. When did it come out? I don't know.

Warm sunlight splashed down on the ground. The smell of the green grass of the hospital courtyard made me feel at ease after not going anywhere for about 4 days. Since that day, the curtain of feelings had not faded at all. Instead, it had become thicker and thicker.

A white coat fluttered to the rhythm of someone approaching from another corner of the square. I sprang to my feet and walked so fast I could almost run. Forgetting the pain that was still in his leg from before. In my heart I thought only that I had to reach it. This time I had to reach it. No matter what

I grabbed his coat. This caused the people in front to turn and look at me in shock.

“You…” he cried softly.

Familiar and nostalgic smell Makes the corners of the eyes become hot again. Although there are many things I want to say But I couldn't speak at all.

“That day...I went out to look for you,” he said simply, probably referring to the day when the nurses complained. Because the card in the room is on the neck It made me know right away that he was Dr. Ai-un. If I said that all of this was just a dream, it would be true. Both dreams and accidents. If either one was missing, I probably wouldn't be standing here. and definitely wouldn't have stood and talked to him like this

“I've been waiting to see you all this time.”

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This is our first short story. The truth was written a long time ago, but we rewrote it. Thank you for coming to read. Don't forget to take care of yourself too.