I Don’t Want This Reincarnation

I saw a child curled up alone in the dark room. Behind that little back could be heard the chatter, laughter, and carols faintly.

Christmas with white snow. Downstairs, the people gathered by Cheon Je-heon were enjoying a party together.

Cheon Je-heon smiled brightly as he opened the piled-up gifts one by one next to the people who love him and Cheon Sa-yeon lying alone in a warehouse room with blood all over his face. The lives of the two children were markedly different.

I approached the young Cheon Sa-yeon for the first time while standing behind the scenes of the past and silently watching what was shown in the book. Slowly walking and sitting next to the child, his injured face, hidden in darkness, came into view.

“……”

I reached out my hand cautiously towards Cheon Sa-yeons black hair.

As expected, my hand passed without touching anything, but it felt like a soft touch.

Remembering my childhood memories, I smiled bitterly and whispered.

“Now I understand why you were so similar to me.”

Even if my hand couldnt reach the child, I didnt stop stroking it. Come to think of it, I realized that I had never stroked Cheon Sa-yeons hair before.

‘Well, how can you pet that big guy with a sensitive personality.

Pushing all the silly thoughts out of my head with a stupid smile, I looked at the red blood bruises on the childs face again.

What Cheon Sa-yeon experienced this time would be a very despairing and painful memory.

“There are lose battles.”

You cant win every fight. It was impossible for anyone.

“You can do it again.”

He must have been upset. From the moment they first met until now, he had been so scared of him.

His own weakness for not being able to protect the person he loved must have been terrifying.

But the child would never stop here. As Elohim explained, the pain of not being able to completely put an end to Cheon Sa-yeon only made him stronger.

I could immediately recognize the meaning of the look in Cheon Sa-yeons eyes just before he rushed to Cheon Je-heon. Even though they were young, their essence didnt change.

“Cheer up, Cheon Sa-yeon.”

Cheon Sa-yeons firm expression softened a little at the cheers that came out in a small voice.

The sound of the page-turning was heard and Cheon Sa-yeon lying next to me was blurred. Soon after, I could see the child growing up as time passed quickly without a break.

1 year, 2 years, 3 years… and 10 years.