64. Do you remember me?
A small bed and desk. Small refrigerator, small closet. Small chest of drawers... ... .
These furniture. This composition.
There were no kitchen facilities at the end, but I could tell it was noon.
This room was a former studio apartment at noon.
A shiver ran through my whole body. My eyes quickly became hot.
I couldn't believe it.
Why, why, how is this space?
Seven years ago, Jiheon liked Noon's old house. So the two spent more time together in her studio apartment than in his officetel. The reason she liked that house was transparent and concise.
"I like this house. "More than my house."
"why?"
"I can see you wherever you are."
Seven years ago, he once said that. It was honest and explicit. When she changed her clothes, when she made a funny mistake, or when she was somehow in a good mood, Jiheon watched from her side and pulled her waist to hug her every time.
He said he felt reassured when he saw her. On the contrary, she says that when he is not by her side, she feels nervous and anxious for some reason. So she said she liked the studio. Because she can see everything about her.
'I got a pretty similar desk.'
The more I looked at the room Jiheon had decorated, the more amazing I became. The size and design of the furniture, as well as the color of the bed sheets and curtains, were all similar.
When was this room decorated? Are his memories gradually coming back?
After wiping away the tears from her eyes, Noon ran to the kitchen with an overwhelmed heart.
"Have you finished sightseeing?"
Jiheon asked while making pancake dough.
I said it was my hobby cooking, but it seems like it was just words. Seven years ago, Jeong Ji-heon, an aspiring cook who used a small kitchen neatly, became an amateur who used a large kitchen roughly and messily.
When she saw what Jiheon had said, she smiled and got lucky.
"There's a room at the end. That room has a different feel from the other rooms. "It doesn't suit this house."
"ah. there."
Jiheon nodded, acknowledging her point.
"I don't really remember, but I think I went to a house like that a long time ago."
"... ... When? "Whose house?"
"I don't remember anything. "I'm not sure if I'm around ten or over twenty, nothing."
"... ... ."
"I just had a vague idea of the furniture and composition in my mind, so I reconstructed it. "I kind of like that memory."
Noon's eyes became wet as he heard his voice.
"I actually sleep in that room sometimes after decorating it, and it is somewhat effective for insomnia. "When I enter that room, I somehow feel at ease."
ha. Should I laugh or cry?
"Seunggyu said it's just a typical studio apartment."
How far has this person's memory come now?
My worries at noon went back to before I opened the door. And when she was looking for people whose lives would change because of her concerns, her mother, Mrs. Lee Guk-sun, came to mind.
