"Or are you still ill?"
Kim Jowoon could not answer. He simply put up a smile and said,
"I never get sick, so don't worry about me. Now, what were you saying?"
"Ah, I was asking…" he began to talk, and Kim Jowoon responded ideally.
Yes, this life was perfect. It was very quiet, and his life was not in danger in any way.
But then, what was this nagging in his chest? Why did he feel like he was forgetting something very important?
After school, after bidding his students and colleagues goodbye, he returned to his house.
As soon as he opened the door, he came face to face with the peaceful life he had cultivated for years.
The familiar music that grounded his weekends was playing softly, and everything was arranged just as he left it.
His collection of plants was just by the window, and the books he read to pass the time were neatly stacked next to them.
Everything was perfect.
But then… Why did he still feel hollow?
