Lost and Found 

It's a lucky thing in life. If our childhood dreams and our real lives were aligned They say that the time spent studying during childhood is the most comfortable. But I only half agree. It is true that working life is difficult and grueling. But this will create money for you.

and can determine your own life But if there's anything more unfortunate than a stressful life with making money It is a memory that has been lost for some reason.

Our memories never disappear. But I think it's just being forgotten. Sometimes it's a shame. Because this should help restore the mental state that has been damaged by hard work. I don't know if it was a coincidence or not. This year something strange happened to me.

I have decided to attend my first reunion since graduating. It may sound bizarre that I haven't seen any friends since graduating. The reason is very simple and everyone understands it well. That is, work is so busy that there is no time. It can be both good and bad luck. I got a job faster than my friends. and growing rapidly

Therefore, he disappeared from view from the group of friends who were still rushing around looking for work. Which I think is more fortunate that I was able to earn money quickly while still very young.

Surprisingly, this time I felt very nervous about meeting my friends. Even before, we could hug each other and talk without being shy. I don't know because everyone is an adult. We met at a place to eat and drink in the city center. Even though I prepared well for today But no matter what, there was still some complicated work that made me late.

I slowly opened the shop door. Look for a group of friends that you have made an appointment with. The sounds of a group of teenagers in their thirties sounded through the door. No wonder those are my friends. I walked towards the table a little shyly. I don't know, all the shyness from before suddenly disappeared like it never existed. I felt relaxed like never before.

Everyone greeted me warmly and was teased that I had worked so hard that I had forgotten all my friends. The atmosphere became more lively. I haven't seen my group of friends for many years. So it was the focus of having fun asking questions about the alcohol group. Everyone seemed to have changed drastically, but it was only on the outside. If we meet outside, I may not even recognize some people.

But a friend is a friend after all.

before separating and sending everyone back Coincidentally, I saw a young woman who was drinking in the shop. She felt an incredibly familiar attraction to her. It's like we've met before in the past. But let me tell you first that I am not a person who goes out at night or has ever arranged to sleep with anyone.

Therefore, it is definitely not my sleeping partner or my ex-girlfriend. Friends began to gradually return. But there are some who want to continue having fun in a pub where they can really let loose. I declined on the grounds that I had morning work to complete. Everyone went their own ways. I was the last person standing waiting to call a taxi in front of the store.

While waiting for a taxi I saw that girl. The young woman I ran into in the store was standing smoking a cigarette. I don't know if it was a ghost or something inspired me. I quickly walked in to greet her and told the taxi driver that I wasn't going. It was a rather strange act for someone like me who isn't very good at human relations. As expected, she gave me a slightly confused look.

But I had a feeling that she might be familiar to me too.

“Excuse me, have we met before?” I asked.

“I don't know, what do you say?” she exhaled. before asking me back with an annoyed smile

“Want to go for a walk?” I casually invited her as if we were close friends before. But the strange thing was that she threw away her cigarette and immediately responded.

This is a very strange situation for me. I had never walked alone with a stranger before. Or is this the fate of a fairy tale? I secretly thought to myself a little.

We both walked in silence for a while. She was the first to start a conversation.

“Won't you introduce yourself?” she said sarcastically.

“We already know each other.” I don't know if it was because of the alcohol or if I was drunk and unconscious. What made me answer her like that? But it's nice that she laughed at my silly jokes.

“You are just like my childhood friend. When we first met, I liked to keep a calm demeanor. He doesn't seem interested in anyone. But really close They become people who like to make jokes. All the time How strange,” she said with a smile and a chuckle. I don't know if I'm beside myself or not. But that friend's personality is similar to mine.

“I might be that friend of yours,” I replied.

“Haha, no, that idiot is probably busy working right now. You shouldn't hang out with other people. He has been a workaholic since childhood.”

I might be narcissistic for the second time. But the childhood story that was told was incredibly similar to mine. We walked around until almost 3am, exchanging stories about our lives. Chatting nonsense until it spread to the topic of love in bed. All I know is that she used to go to the same school as me but transferred before starting high school.

She now works for a well-known organic company. I've had two boyfriends before. But they all broke up for reasons that she didn't have much time for. We talked pleasantly. Shockingly, sometimes I guessed correctly what she was about to tell about her childhood. Talking with her made me feel more relaxed than sleeping on the soft bed in the room.

So relaxed that I almost forgot about my morning work. Before any more time passes. I tried to find a time to excuse myself and leave first. Even though part of me wants to walk with you until morning.

“Have you ever played with a friend in a time capsule? To keep things in boxes and bury them in secret places. Let's wait until time passes and then open it when both of us are adults,” she asked before I excused myself.

“I used to when I was a kid. It should be buried near the old house.”

"Really? And have you opened it yet?"

“Not yet. I moved away from that area in high school.”

“Shall we try going together?” she asked. I was stunned for a while because of work in the morning.

“Oh, or have you really forgotten? that we once buried together.” When her voice stopped, It was like my brain had received a strong electric shock. That we were buried together? I repeated the words in my head again. Does that mean we really knew each other before? So why didn't you tell us from the beginning?

So why can't I even remember her name? Many things flashed into my head. Before I fucked up about work and said yes.

We took a taxi to the outskirts of my old house. It was around 4:00 AM, almost 5:00 AM, and the weather was a bit cool. Along the way, we didn't talk at all. She leaned against the mirror and watched the orange lights slowly pass by. It was as if he was recalling something from the past. When reaching the village

This place seems to have changed a lot from when I was a child. The school I used to study in now no longer exists. Fortunately, the park I used to like to play in is still there, but it has been renovated to the point where only a little remains of the original. Grandma's candy store has turned into a famous convenience store. I don't know what Grandma will be like.

She walked quickly to lead the way for me. It was as if she already knew where the capsule's hair was. which even I myself still can't remember. We walked all the way to the children's sandpit. At this time, there probably weren't any children out playing in the sand. She said that this is where the capsule was implanted. Although I can't remember where it was buried, I'm pretty sure it was. I probably wouldn't bury something important in a sandpit where people come and dig every day.

“I shouldn't have buried it in the sand,” I told her.

“It's true, back then you were a crazy person. I probably won't bury it here for fear that someone will find it,” she said with a smile.

“But would you like to dig it up?” she offered.

I have reached this point. It wouldn't hurt to try digging. I used a sand scoop that looked like someone had forgotten it and dug for about five minutes and found a layer of soil. And it was like hitting something hard. It was a solid plastic box with a label that read: “Don't open it until we meet again.” I looked at her and she nodded in response.

I didn't hesitate and brought the box up and was able to open it without much difficulty. The inside is full of toys, paintbrushes, books, cloth dolls, and plastic flowers. and one notebook Immediately, my memories slowly began to overflow, like the cap of a soda that had been fully shaken opened. In the past when I was a child

I have a close friend who is a girl next door. We often come to play at this sandpit. We were so close that we could exchange secrets from each other. Even if one day she has to move out of this village. I stumbled upon this time capsule story in a comic book. So I made an appointment with her before the last day.

that he would bring the things he loved and put them in a capsule and bury them And we'll dig it when we're both adults. to represent both of them That even though we are far apart, these things will always represent us who are still together.

Immediately, tears began to fall a little. until it becomes a torrent I had forgotten how much I liked to draw. I don't know when this thing disappeared from my memory. I started to open the notebook. In the book, there was only the first two pages of writing about the couple's dreams. I wrote, "I will be a great artist in the world." The other benefit was, "

I will make beautiful clothes for you to wear.” Along with a cartoon illustration I drew of the two of us holding hands, holding a paintbrush and a large shirt. As for the last sentence, I had completely forgotten it. I remember it better now. We both tried to help each other write in English that I couldn't quite understand. “Let's not forget. meet again"

A gentle breeze blew gently and touched my face. The sky slowly turned orange along with the sun. that slowly appeared slightly above the horizon This is the signal that a new morning is beginning. I sat and cried like a crazy person. I don't know why I was crying like this. Shouldn't I be happy?

That we have come back to remember various stories, but my tears keep flowing and won't stop.

“How are you?”

"I'm fine, although a little lonely."

"Sorry I don't remember."

"It's okay, now you remember."

“I'm really sorry, I'm sorry.” After the sound of my voice shaking and mixed with tears. She slowly disappeared with a warm smile that I will never forget again.

On that day when we were young After separating and returning home She left immediately the next day. I just came back from school in the evening. I found my mother answering the phone and slowly crying. Then he walked over and hugged me comfortingly. "It's okay, child. It's okay." That's when I realized.

An accident occurred with her and her family causing all of them to die instantly. Maybe my body when I was young was so shocked that my brain had to erase the memory. So that I can still live during the time I'm not ready. But then, no matter what Something painful is always hidden within us. And one day it will come back again when we will become fully adults.