The story of the lover himself. EP8. Back to the future.

# # End Scene: That Mug That Doesn't Have to Drink It All

Many years have passed.

Things used to be heavy.

Not gone anywhere

It just

Not on her shoulders anymore.

It goes to its place.

In the past.

Where there is no right to hurt the present again

---

She's sitting in the same store.

The store that once

She used to think

If you drink enough,

Everything will feel lighter.

The lights are still the same.

The song is still the same.

Even the same table.

But the people sitting

Not the same person anymore

---

She looked at the glass in front of her.

A completely stagnant amber-colored liquid.

Like waiting

Waiting for her to lift it up.

Just like before.

But before her hands move,

There is another hand

Slide in gently.

And shut that glass.

Like that time.

She pretended to be drunk because she didn't want to drink anymore.

Because as soon as the liquor gets in her mouth, she doesn't stop throwing up.

She didn't want to ruin the fun, but at the same time the fire shone until she got dizzy again.

So she better choose to fall to the table.

The voice in the head is loud. Is it rude? But it's better than puking. If you go again, it's the third round in half an hour.

She suddenly thought of the stage table she had just passed, and not even an acquaintance, but not being remembered.

You heard someone say, drunk? How is that possible and pour more liquor?

But next to me I saw the hands of people I didn't think they wouldn't just shut the glass.

And say enough. Friends can't anymore.

The same person who wrote the French chip.

But not the same person that day.

Thank you

That flash-back image is overlaid with now.

Like that day.

Only the same sentence

That is still gentle.

"Enough is enough."

She looked up.

Make eye contact with that friend.

People who once

Probably didn't understand everything.

Didn't know everything

But the people who were there

On the day she almost disappeared from herself.

---

She used to wonder

Used to be confused

Used to hurt

With what he wrote in French.

Some words that look distant

From what she felt.

But today,

She didn't ask anymore.

Because maybe

The truth of people

Not in what he wrote.

But stay what he does.

And him.

Is the person who closed that glass

On the day she didn't have the strength to turn it off herself.

---

She smiled.

Not the smile of the person who won.

But the smile of someone who doesn't have to fight anymore

She slid away the glass.

Without anyone having to tell.

Outside.

The world continues to spin.

Like nothing ever happened.

And that's it.

Is the most beautiful thing.

---

She used to think

Being Alive

Is to beat

Beat the pain

Beat the person who hurt

Beat the past.

But now she knows.

Being Alive

Is to choose

Choose not to give those

Is the center of life anymore.

---

She got up.

Didn't escape.

Didn't forget

But didn't carry it.

She turned her back on that table.

To that glass.

To myself that day.

It's not because she lost.

But because she doesn't have to win anymore,

---

Because in the end,

You understand.

That life is not a matter of overcoming people who love themselves too much.

But is to choose

To love myself

Enough.

To keep walking.

Without turning back to prove anything else.

---

* * End * *

---