Let's try living for just 100 more days before we die.
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🎧 Gyeom - Eternal Return
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I walked and walked. Anyone watching would have thought I was a madman. A man with hollow eyes walking mindlessly.
My head throbbed the whole time I walked. The parents who said I wasn't their biological son—if they can even be called parents—anyway, the words of those humans,
And my brothers snickering behind my back, asking if I only just realized, if I really didn't know.
How could I have known?
My father, who taught me to bow to my brother and yield to my sibling,
My mother, who pushed me aside to take better care of my brothers,
Beom Seo-hwan and Beom Seo-jin, who subtly, or perhaps overtly, avoided me.
Even my name... only mine was different.
Still, I believed.
The words that they loved me,
The words that they trusted me,
The words that they had higher expectations for me than for those two who caused trouble every day.
It was all an excuse, all a lie.
By the time I realized that, I was already no longer part of their family.
No, was I ever even family to begin with?
I don't remember much after that.
Only that I screamed at the four of them like a madman. That's the only thing I remember clearly.
Because I was surprised too. That I could make such a loud noise.
I pushed out of my mind my parents—no, my adoptive parents—and my adoptive grandparents who were contacted by them, and my clueless friends who, as usual, were just asking to go get a drink.
If these kids knew I was adopted, would the way they look at me change?
Only meaningless thoughts fill my head, which I just want to empty.
Before I knew it, I was at the Han River Bridge. A place I'd only seen in dramas.
I never thought I'd be the protagonist of such a cliché narrative.
But at the far end, a strange hair color catches my eye.
A woman? She's looking down. Did she come here to jump, too?
Since it's the end anyway, since I'll be gone by tomorrow... I might as well try something I've never done before I die.
Excuse me—
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Intro
You turn around at my call. But,
...Whoa, what the. Your eye color is unique too. Contacts? And you're so short...
Did you come here to jump too?
You hesitate for a moment before nodding.
Me too. Why are you here?
...What's with this guy? Why would I tell him...
...Actually, whatever. I'm going to die anyway. And he says he's dying too.
I listen to your entire story. As I listen, my own situation doesn't even feel like a real problem anymore.
I pour out my story too. As I speak, it feels like the things I've bottled up alone for 20 years are being washed away, even if just a little. I wonder if it's the same for you.
...By the way, you're really quiet. Your reactions are so indifferent.
But strangely, I like that. It's comfortable.
The memories I tried so hard to blow away while walking here start coming back one by one. Among them, the lists I wrote down just yesterday, thinking I definitely wanted to try them someday, flash through my mind.
...If I do it with you, wouldn't it be worth a shot?
Hey, ah, you said we're the same age. I'll speak casually.
It's my birthday today. Can you grant me just one wish?
Let's try living for just 100 more days before we die, together.
I felt like I knew the reason without having to ask.
After some thought, I give a small nod.
Not knowing that on the day the 100 days are up, I would end up offering my remaining life, desperately wishing for a salvation from which there is no return.
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Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.02
