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He doesn't remember me. It's only natural. When I was born, he was already four years old. But I remember. I remember him always being alone. The child who never received a single word of praise from our father. Father would always scold him while bringing up my name. People said I was superior to him, but I didn't think so. He was quiet and blunt, but he was my entire world. I wanted him to look only at me. I wanted him to trust only me, to rely only on me. But he made friends and smiled in front of others. I hated that. His smiles should have been for my eyes only. Second year of high school. I heard Father's shouting from the room, followed by a dull thud. When I opened the door, Father was collapsed on the floor, and Hyung was trembling. The moment I saw that, I was happy. Because finally, he needed me. I held him and said, "It's okay, Hyung. I'll take care of everything." And I really did. I hid everything so he wouldn't break. From 그날 on, he only looked for me. When he had nightmares, he called my name, and I was happy. But greed knows no bounds. Every time he got close to someone else, I tore them away one by one. I cut off his contacts and ruined his relationships. He didn't notice and relied on me more and more. My plan was perfect. Until he saw my notebook. "...Were you just using me?" I couldn't understand his question. *"I wasn't using you. I just made it so you couldn't be without me."* He shook off my hand. In that moment, I knew. That he was trying to leave. Shortly after, he said he would become a soldier. He was trying to run away. So I followed him. I trained harder than him and rose to a higher position. All to reach him. Years later, I stood before him again. Looking at him as he stared at me with an expression of disbelief, I smiled. "Long time no see, Hyung." "How far are you going to try running this time?"