Chapter 669
Life, Once Again!
-Thirty-seven?
âYes, thirty-seven.â
-That sounds like an unfortunate age to die.
âIs there an age thatâs not unfortunate to die? Whether youâre seventy, eighty, or even ninety, there is no good age to die.â
-That is true. But still, you were very young. If you were in your late thirties, isnât that around the time when you find your place in society and get acknowledged?
âNow, you just had to poke where it hurts fully knowing what kind of life Iâve led. Why would a single man have a family?â
-Didnât you have children?
âWhat children. I didnât even get married. Rather than that, youâre kinda suspicious when talking about obvious things. You can see in my head, so why are you saying such a thing? If you were trying to toy with me, congratulations, you have pissed me off. It isnât just old single women who can become mad.â
-I can read your thoughts, but that doesnât mean I know all of your history. Why didnât you get married? Being a bus driver might have been hard, but the pay should have been decent.
âCan you get married by yourself? People live alone because they donât find a suitable partner.â
-So you didnât have a partner. How unfortunate. But then, why didnât you have a partner?
âHow would I know? I might not have recognized my partner predestined by the heavens, or perhaps I might not have been so hung up on marriage. If I think about it, I feel like it kinda got glossed over since my parents didnât say anything about it. If they urged me, maybe I wouldâve gotten married, even if it was through a mediator.â
-Did you not have a lady you liked?
âWhy are you so interested in someone elseâs love life?â
-Because nothingâs more fun than love stories.
âThen why donât we talk about your love life? I like listening too.â
The masked man raised his chin slightly. The light reflecting off the smooth mask hit Maruâs eyes. Maru frowned slightly and waited for the answer.
-Very well. Itâs nothing that interesting, but I will tell you. But as compensationâ¦.
âI will also talk about my uninteresting love.â
-Itâs always good to talk to a person who I can get through to. Donât you think so too?
âWell, I canât really look into your head. Iâm not sure whether Iâm getting through to you or youâre just reading my mind, so itâs not that entirely enjoyable.â
-If possible, I want to show you whatâs inside my head.
The masked man spoke as he tapped on his head. Maru just sighed.
âWhy donât you get on with the talk already? Iâm curious as well. Just what is the identity of the person living inside me? Why does it have to be me of all people? Is it an effect of traveling to the past? Or did my personality divide like itâs some mental disease? I want to know all of it.â
-You have a lot of questions after all. Unfortunately, my story will not be an answer to your questions. Itâs just the story of an uninteresting love.
The lights on the stage focused on the masked man. The man stood up from his seat. He reached out to the ceiling and started speaking in a low voice,
-She was a peculiar person.
âDo you have to lower your voice like that?â
-Just think of it as watching a musical. Isnât this more enjoyable?
Maru didnât speak. It wasnât like this man would listen to him even if he told him not to. He grabbed empty air as though he was chasing something. He looked rather pitiful.
-Her profession was an actress. Not a famous one though. She belonged to a theater troupe that sold its tickets decently in Daehak-ro. The first time I met her was in a restaurant. I was a college student, and I was working in a barbecue restaurant in Daehak-ro to earn money for tuition along with a friend of mine. It was an incredibly busy restaurant known for its taste. She came to the restaurant a week after I started working there. She brought a friend of hers as well. Actually, I donât remember the first time we met. After all, Daehak-ro is a place where many young and pretty ladies visit. Our first meeting was nothing special. I think she smiled at me and said âthank you for the foodâ as she paid the bill, but honestly speaking, I donât know if that was her or not.
âSo it wasnât a dramatic meeting or anything.â
-Donât you think living like a drama is actually quite tragic? Characters in dramas always encounter trials. For example, the character might turn out to be an illegitimate child of someone well-known, a friend might be a foe, or you might be surrounded by enemies. Generally speaking, people would have tried to run away from such a situation. The only reason the main characters can face the depressing reality that seems devoid of hope is because thereâs already a predetermined happy ending. Is there anything more horrific than running a marathon where you canât see the end? If a person in reality lived like the protagonist of a drama, they might have fainted from just breathing.
âMaybe. Life is where accidents and incidents happen every single day. If you think about it, being a drama protagonist isnât such a charming life.â
-A lady who went to the psychotherapist asked for consultation because her life was too dramatic. The doctor kept consulting her, and one day, the lady said these words: doctor, life is a series of ordinary incidents, huh. Then the doctor replied to her: congratulations, youâve been cured.
Maru smiled faintly. Everyone sometimes dreamed of the extraordinary, but they probably did not dream of the extraordinary to become ordinary. Escaping from reality was only exciting if it was a one-off thing. If it became a part of life, it would be a pain to deal with.
-Returning to the topic at hand, I saw her about two more times while working. I remember our third meeting clearly. That was when I fell in love with her after all. The event went like this. She said to the auntie carrying side dishes: give that to me, Iâll do it. Nothing special, isnât it? But to my eyes, she looked so beautiful.
âDoesnât it start like that for everyone?â
-Yes, it might start like that for everyone. We arenât characters in a drama after all. I just couldnât work properly because of the woman who smiled so gently. Even as I cleaned the tables, I chased her with my eyes. Thatâs when I decided. The next time she visits this restaurant, I should try talking to her.
âYou lack courage for being a man.â
-Yes, Iâm a coward. But that was still as much courage as I could muster. If I didnât fall for her, I wouldnât have even tried talking to her.
âSo, did you talk to that girl?â
The masked man shook his head.
-She never made another visit. Just like that. Ever since I made my resolution, I kept staring at the door, waiting for that woman to come in, but she didnât. It was frustrating. Ah, I should have asked for her number at least - I regretted that as I continued working there.
âYou never thought about looking for her?â
-Nope.
âYouâre starting to lose credibility that you fell for her at first sight.â
-I must have been just that cowardly. I only fantasize about it in my head. Can I find her? If I find her, will that change anything? What if I get ignored? Then I just came to accept myself. Ah, it would never have come to fruition anyway.
âHow pathetic.â
-Indeed. Despite that, I kept working there, looking at the entrance, wondering that maybe, that woman would open the door and visit again. A month passed like that.
The masked man shrugged.
âSo you worked there for a whole month?â
-Yes.
âThatâs incredible in one sense. I wouldnât have done that. Whether itâs love or loss, it only begins once you start taking action. If you stay still in one spot, the only thing that remains is the regret of not having done anything.â
-Youâre entirely right. I thought that in my head as well - I must look for her before I regret it. But it was hard to put it into action. I did have the will to do it, but I kept hesitating. I kept looking for a reason that I wasnât able to do so, persuaded myself, and well, spent a month like that. Do I look like a stupid person now?
âYou do. But I do understand you.â
-I knew youâd understand. Of course you would.
The masked man chuckled as he covered the red-painted lips on the mask.
-Her face, which I could swear I could draw on a piece of paper, became blurred after a month. Inside, I thought about numerous reasons why she and I would never be a thing and I leaned towards giving up. I felt a little depressed as well. Was I so pathetic that I canât say a word to the woman I fell for?
âSo, did that girl return to the restaurant?â
-No. We met outside; in Hyehwa station. I was walking towards the station to go home, and her face suddenly appeared when I went down the stairs. She was with a friend and was wearing a white scarf. I didnât think about anything back then. She was laughing with her friends as though she was talking about something funny.
The man stood upright.
-I froze then and there. Maybe it was the cold wind. I was frozen stiff like an icicle beneath the roof right on her path. The distance between us kept shrinking, and eventually, she walked past me.
âDid you just send her off like that?â
-I was going to. She was with her friends, and if I had the guts to talk to her so openly in the middle of the street, I would have done so already back at the restaurant. According to my personality, it was nonsensical that I would take action in that situation. But when I came to myself, I was standing in front of her. My vision turned pure white and my head became empty. Her friends whispered among themselves and she looked at me, but I was frozen stiff, looking dazed. It was the perfect situation to be treated like a psychopath.
âSo, what did you do?â
-I said my name. A self-introduction, perhaps. I fell for you, please tell me your name, I want to talk to you - I wasnât able to say anything constructive like that, so I just said my name. Hello, Iâm Masked man.
âIt wouldnât be strange if you got ignored.â
-Indeed. Even if she snorted at me and just walked by, it wouldnât have been that surprising. But that woman told me her name just like I did. She also added that I should maybe add what business I had with her next time.
âSounds like sheâs a bold girl whoâs wasted on you.â
-Youâre right. Sheâs endlessly wasted on me.
âSo, how did it turn out?â
-It seems like she liked the immature-looking side of me. After that, we met a couple of times. Our dating location was always the theater. For me, who worked near Daehak-ro but have never seen a play before, it was a fresh experience. And eventually, I had this thought. What would it feel like to stand on stage with her? Ever since I had that thought, I made the most impulsive decision in my life. I quit college and jumped into the acting life.
âThatâs a little too courageous for a man who couldnât even talk to a girl.â
-I was half crazy after all, for her, that is. Well, I guess this would be boasting, but I did pretty decently at acting. I won a minor character role in the first audition I ever took to gain some experience, and through that, I kept working as an actor. She worked in the theater area, while I worked in films.
âI see.â
-Those were good days. We rented a small semi-basement and started living together. When I returned after shoots, she would be sleeping, and I would lie down next to her and chuckle. I thought it was a dream. I wondered if I could be so happy. Back then, I won a supporting role in a commercial movie, and she was pregnant with my child. The movie did pretty decently, and she gave birth to a healthy girl. Our parents met each other with the grandchild. We were scolded a lot, but we managed to get married with the blessings of our parents. I gained a decent amount of money through commercials and dramas, so we left that basement and got an apartment. She, who left the theater troupe after getting pregnant, started working as a local acting teacher in the neighborhood. When I didnât have work, I would watch over the child, and in the opposite case, she would look after the child. Every day was a blessing.
The masked man stopped talking. Maru could tell that he was making a warm smile. He couldnât see the face behind that mask, but from the way he acted, as well as the atmosphere, everything was pointed towards the word âhappinessâ.
âMust have been good.â
-Yes. We couldnât be happier.
Maru sighed softly.
âBut the fact that you are in that shape means that she is no longer of the living, right? Or maybe I became crazy and created an ego who could create a story like this.â
The masked man shrugged.
-You can make a judgement after you listen to the story until the end. Though, like I said, it is nothing special.
KTLChamber's Thoughts
Now I get why the inner Maru is wearing a mask.... and is asking all those questions.
He's the same as us readers.
"REMEMBER MARU! REMEMBER HER!"
Editor's Note:
Not like this.
Interesting that Masked Maru's life was so different tho. Even with memories, I thought they'd be similar. Though, the just giving a self introduction is the same lul.