"did u call me?"

Holy shit, I can't believe the figure standing in front of me do exist...

His features are chiseled, sharp, and defined, his skin glowing like a marble statue... In his white coat, a glimpse of toned and hard muscles is visible. The hair is a perfect shade of darkness which matches the color of his eyebrow. He is surreal, almost too perfect to be real.

But the thing that scared me was his eyes...

This man's eyes are a piercing, chilling shade of grey, with a hint of blue-like shards of ice. They seem to contain a storm of emotions, a mixture of agony and coldness that freezes the heart. They are so hard like he isn't even alive yet can destroy anyone just by looking at them.

"Can you hear me?" I almost forgot he asked me something.

"oh no...I mean yes! Yes! haha... I'm that girl you helped before" He took some seconds to respond. he tilted his head and his lips parted as he spoke and I realized he talked as much as it's required for interaction.

"yes, I do remember." His eyes were the same- No emotions no reaction.

"I'm very thankful that you brought me here and saved me...Do you mind if I ask what happened when you found me?"

His eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line, a look of impatience and confusing look flickering in his eyes. oh gawd did I ask too directly, I should have offered him lunch and then asked about it but now it's too late.

"You were lying in the elevator unconscious"

"So...why did u help me?"

he holds his white coat and His lips move as he speaks, forming each word with precision and minimal movement

"As a doctor, it was my job"  Right? Why do i feel disappointed after hearing this. I couldn't get any answer to any of those questions rooming in my head.

My phone rings and it's screen lights up with the caller ID "Father" in bold letters. My heart sinks as I see the name, knowing a lecture or confrontation is about to take place. I pick up the call totally forgetting because of the fear of my father about the man standing in front of me.

"Hello, Elina is here"

"Did you miss your first day at job?"

of course why not. my day is a curse today and i should really just kill myself or pray for that elevator-man to murder me.

"yes father, I got involved in some emergency" I hesitated "...an accident"

"Don't make such excuses! Do you know how much hard work i have to do so you can go forward!" Right like you resisted me not to do part-time jobs.

"You always disappoint me by doing such things. Come home before 10 I'll have a word with you!" He hung up...

I scanned the area where Doctor Rin had been standing just moments ago, but he was no longer there. The empty elevator stood before me, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that I didn't get the chance to ask him to lunch. Should i just eat something before going to home because i don't think ill be able to feed myself a proper meal at home.

As I exit the hospital, I see a small food cart on the street corner and a line of people waiting to buy food. The sign on the cart reads "Traditional Russian Pelmeni" in bold red letters. I join the line and take in the array of colorful toppings and sauces on display. I order a packet of the pelmeni, watching as the vendor carefully scoops them into a takeout container. Then I head to my favorite smoothie stand and I see the familiar sight of fresh fruit displayed on the counter. I order my go-to chocolate smoothie and watch as the attendant expertly blends the ingredients together in a large blender- I find everything interesting around me when i assume its my last day on this earth.

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"I told you i got into an accident" I doubted he would believe me, and even if he did, he wouldn't care.

My father... he became a father but he could never become a dad for me. I sometimes thinks what made him hate me so much.

8 Years ago...

I was running

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦. 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯...𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵. 𝘋𝘰 𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵? 𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 ...

"𝘸𝘢𝘢𝘩...𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵" 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭... 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵. 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 , 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 ...𝘴𝘰 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨...𝘢𝘮 𝘪 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨...𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢" 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵...

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦.

"𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?" 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘨. 

"𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦," 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. 𝘐 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥...

𝘐 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘨. 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴... "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰."

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥:

The dimly lit hallway leading to my room is filled with familiar shadows and the sound of my own footsteps. The walls are a dull beige, lined with family photos that only serve as a reminder of the strained relationship between my father and I.

As I enter my room, the dark curtains are drawn, hiding the view of the outside world. As always there's nothing new whatever father said to me - all about how much he has done for me, I'm a disappointment to them, you should have just listened to me and so on...

I often think about that man from 8 years ago... I felt a sense of safety and security in his presence. I doubt I would have been as calm with someone else as I was with him. I wish for the chance to see him once more and tell him how he saved me from giving up on myself. 

Although there was some kind of pain in those words written on that note. It was like that he faced something terrible and dark closely, Which crunched my heart i don't know why. I always felt sympathy toward peoples who suffer but this feeling is something different. I cant recognize it. When i recall that night... i always imagine different conversation having with him. Ask him what happened to him...What was wrong. Those words were not just words... it was the hint of someone's terrible emotions written in clean writing and paper even though the truth behind it is messy and crumbled.

I get up and take out that note from my drawer. The note was a crumpled mess, the paper creased and worn from years of being tucked away in a drawer. Despite its disheveled appearance, the writing was still legible and clean, the words standing out starkly against the plain white paper.

I never lost it once when my brother attempted to take it from me and claimed he got rid of it. I cried a lot and refused to speak to him for a week. Despite all the torment, he eventually returned the note, labeling it as 'A SILLY JOKE'. He believed it was the end...but I tricked him into drinking Panda dung tea by passing it off as green tea beneficial for weight loss. In the end, it's one for one.

I have read that note multiple times, even though I remember every word precisely as it was. However, each time I read it, i feel that strange feeling again like before.

I  hear footsteps outside my room and quickly hide in bed, covering myself with the blanket, even my face, pretending to sleep.

A Pair of Hands reach out and touch the scar on my leg from where hot kettle was thrown by my father. I feel something cold being applied to the scar - it's antiseptic. I recognize it from the scent and the chilling sensation.

After some beads...I noticed.

It's...Jeremy.

He stood up and patted my blanket. Before he left, I took a peek from under the blanket and watched him leaving my room.

I always knew he cared. He never admitted it. He never proclaimed to care about me. But in this world, he is the only one who never turned his back on me. If possible, I want to have him as my brother in every life.

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