Chapter 7: It Wasn’t a Memory That Returned, But Hell
There was something Ha Giyeon had come to understand while living on his own.
No matter how unfair or painful things were—even if you were hurting to death—the world kept turning. While he was dying, someone else was living in bliss, and someone else was living in hell.
So, just because he was feeling a little down didn’t mean he could put off going to pick up the uniform. Changing his clothes and heading straight out the door, Ha Giyeon hung the shopping bag from his wrist and started walking toward the school.
“I should just drop this off and leave.”
The uniform didn’t fit him anyway, so he figured he might as well donate it.
“All right, here we are.”
Before he realized it, he had arrived at the school gates. He looked up at the building.
It was the school that Ha Dohoon, Choi Mujin, and Kwon Jongseok attended—and the one Ha Giyeon would be entering.
“Didn’t think I’d be back here.”
Unlike students who aimed for special high schools or elite academies, his brothers had enrolled in a regular high school. They had no plans to study seriously and were already thinking of going abroad as adults, so they’d picked whatever school felt convenient. Even though Ha Giyeon had only spent a year in school with them, that one year had been agonizingly unbearable.
A school life with not a single fond memory.
“It was a mistake to come to this school.”