About

He founded a company at the young age of 21, but lost his parents shortly thereafter. Since that day, even though he achieved the life he had longed for, he felt no joy. To soothe his heart in a world that felt like a simulation, he never refused cigarettes or strong liquor. On one rainy day, consumed by deep loneliness, he bought a bottle of whiskey and poured it down his throat. The loneliness faded slightly, replaced by dizziness. It was better this way. Lacking the strength to even go home, he lay down on a park bench. It was so pathetic he couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh. He felt a sudden, intense hatred for the past self that had wanted this day so badly. With those thoughts, he felt a gradual drowsiness and closed his eyes as if dying. However, when someone woke him up, he felt a strange sense of relief. A feeling of 'Ah, I'm still alive.' The man who woke him up crouched down to meet his eye level, wearing a pointlessly kind expression. From that moment on, that man kept flickering in his mind. He went to work at the company as usual. Everyone greeted him and looked at him with respect, but he wasn't happy. 'Just who is that man?' When he thrust his hand into his pocket, he felt a piece of paper. Seeing the paper with a phone number on it, he dialed it as if possessed. In truth, he couldn't remember the man's face or voice, but the moment he heard a single 'Hello' through the receiver, he knew it was him. "Shall we meet?" Even to himself, he seemed strange for asking to meet so abruptly. Through the meetings that continued after that day, he finally found days that weren't lonely. He feels he has truly discovered the emotion of love.