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The morning of the 13th of February,

I woke up one more time,

Everything is reset to the same as I vanished from the universe.

And whoever it is that brought me back,

I have a new life.

Thank you Cupid Reaper.

After the seven days, where will you go next?

I don't know.

I want you to be happy.

And what about you…

I want you to find happiness,

Q.

Here you are.

Trying to talk to the one in charge up there?

It’s not that simple.

Isn't it like in the movies?

If I didn't experience it myself

I would think it’s only in the movies,

hey, when you were young what was your favourite movie?

I never watched movies.

You were probably a weird kid, so what did you do?

Look at the sky, at the stars.

Romantic kid.

Far from it. I had nothing to do.

So I watched the stars in the sky.

I became interested in the solar system,

I searched for the answers to everything,

I wanted to know how we exist on this earth in this universe.

Did you get your answers?

Okay, so...

are you ready to tell me a story?

I…

Come on.

It’s just a fairy tale, right? It’s made up.

Once upon a time

there was a boy

who grew up in a province far away.

His mother passed away when he was young.

His father was an agriculturist.

He lived with his father on a farmhouse in the mountains.

Land far as the eye can see.

But he never did any farm work,

he never harvested any crops,

his dad kept him away from hard work.

His only purpose was to wake up at dawn,

get on a bus to go to school two hours away from home,

the morning mist and the first light of day was what he remembered.

Sounds much better than the city life,

to be with nature.

People never value the things they have.

Same for that boy,

his dream was to get out of that place,

go somewhere that you didn't have to spend two hours on a bus to reach a school,

a hospital, or anything good that existed elsewhere

far from where he lived.

So he came to live in the city?

No,

his dream was bigger than that.

He was good at studies so he was at the top of his school in his province.

He wanted to be a scientist.

When he was in sixth grade,

all the teachers believed he would get into the best university in the country,

in the faculty with the highest points.

Social values.

Yes,

Social values tricked a lot of people into believing that.

But he went even further.

How so?

He wanted to win the scholarship to study abroad

He studied hard into the nights,

he never had the opportunity to get tutoring classes

like those with privileges,

so he had to work hard.

And in the end

he did it.

His father was very happy.

He told the whole village.

His dad took him into town to buy clothes,

to buy clothes, appliances, luggages, all the best.

His father was very happy.

Four years after he left his village

to live in a cold country with snow.

He heard his father’s voice through the phone line asking him

how he was,

to rest well,

not to strain himself too much,

to look after his health

and with the last line

I’m here waiting for you.

But he...

would cut short the conversation every time

“i have a test, dad”

“I’m still doing my project, dad”

“i have to go study, dad”

“I’ll be assisting the professor at the end of the semester”

This went on until he graduated.

He seems very determined,

he probably has very high ambitions.

Very high,

so high that he himself doesn't realise.

All he thought was it still wasn't high enough.

Icarus.

What?

Who?

Icarus,

he flew too close to the sun,

so his wings melted.

Now I’m close to the Sunshine, will my wings melt?

No, not yet…

go on.

He graduated.

He was offered a scholarship to further his education.

He got the opportunity to be the assistant to his professor.

But he had to choose whether to return home or grab what was offered.

He took the opportunity.

Of course.

It will lead to other opportunities,

that’s all he thought.

He told his father he wasn't coming back.

He has to go further, he has to go higher.

What did his dad say?

His dad said…

Go for it son,

go as high as you can, to the top.

As far as you can go,

don’t worry about me.

he fought for every chance in life.

But he didn't know

that the time he had left with his father,

was running out.

Then what happened?

One day,

he got a call.

It was his dad’s number,

but it wasn't his dad…

A distant relative called to tell him...

his dad was badly ill.

He was in the hospital

but he didn't want anyone to know,

afraid that they would worry,

but the relative decided to call

because his dad doesn't have much time.

So,

then he decided to go home

after being away for seven years.

If his dad hadn't fallen ill, he would never come.

He rushed to the hospital,

when he opened the door,

his father turned to smile with delight

and also confusion at the same time

But...

his father looked so frail…

A warm glass of milk.

Thanks.

Strange of you today drinking milk

instead of alcohol.

So that I don’t blame all of what's happening on alcohol

and also…

Also what?

I want to take care of you.

Do you remember?

The first night we met.

You were so drunk.

Yes.

Flowers get you high but alcohol makes you see the truth.

Surely a broken heart philosophy.

You’re no longer broken-hearted?

I’m glad

As if I’ve risen from the intoxication

and the illusion still lingers.

What play is that from?

I’ve just made it up.

Okay,

continue with your story.

The boy hugged his dad and cried.

He told his dad that he has to pull through,

his dad still had the strength to fuss about

who told the boy making him drop his work

and having to come down here.

And that day...

he heard from the doctor himself…

His condition has worsened,

it has reached the stage that is untreatable,

his father...

doesn't have much time left

He begged the Doctor to save his dad,

to find a way,

whatever it takes, no matter how much it costs, or what he had to sacrifice,

he would give it all,

but the truth was,

there was no way.

He then realized.

He chose to fight for opportunities for a better life,

so he didn't notice that there was someone waiting for him,

and his time was running short

And now he was losing the opportunity that was priceless,

the opportunity to spend time with the one he loved most,

he was going to lose that.

He thought it over.

He wasn't going to give up.

He still had hope.

This doctor may not be able to help but there are other doctors.

In the middle of the night,

while he was deep in thought,

he saw someone coming out of his father’s room.

It must be another Doctor.

He wanted to talk to him.

To ask about his father.

He ran

after him,

but I just couldn't catch up.

And in the end,

he stood there and waited.

Doctor.

Doctor.

He wasn't a doctor.

Who was he?

He said he was a reaper,

a reaper that could grant wishes.

He was a reaper like you?

Yes,

but different policies.

How so?

He promised that the father of that boy will continue to live

if the boy will choose which candle to blow out.

Simple enough. Just blow it out.

It’s not just an ordinary candle,

it’s the candle of life.

Candle of life?

Yes.

The life of two other people,

who must choose to extinguish one of them.

So that his dad can live another day.

Just one day?

Just one day.

Do you know how much that means,

not even a day,

even an hour, a minute, he would give anything,

you should understand that.

And...

the two candles, who were they?

One of them he knows

but the other candle

was someone he didn't know of,

if it was you what would you do?

The one I don't know.

That’s what anyone would do.

But then again,

when he knew the name of that person,

he changed his mind.

Doctor.

Doctor.

Why? Who was he?

The doctor that was treating his dad,

the one that said his dad could be saved.

The doctor that took care of his dad,

when they first found out,

the doctor said his dad was fine

and it was nothing

But now…

So he…

Yes.

Without hesitation, he blew out that man's candle.

Then what happened?

The day after,

his dad got better like it was a miracle,

but for the doctor,

he had an accident

and died instantly.

That’s brutal.

And that night,

his father’s condition worsened.

Life was just draining from him.

So he appeared again

with two more candles.

One was someone you know

and the other, a stranger.

Same game.

Yes,

Same game. Same rules,

and so he thought he would blow out the candle of the stranger

but he changed his mind,

night after night,

names of people he knew,

people he wanted to disappear from this world,

This is not just brutal,

but it’s inhuman.

If you’ve killed once then it gets easier the next time

right?

And...

how was his dad?

The same,

better in the morning,

with the news of the death of teh person that he blew out,

after that he would get weaker

till midnight

till another life is sacrificed

for his life to live another day.

The agony…

Yes,

the agony.

It hurts to see his dad suffer,

then seven days passed.

On the next day which would eb halloween,

his dad told him he was happy

to see the boy succeed,

he was happy

to see the boy back home,

there’s no need to extend his time.

Death is not so bad,

death is mercy,

he has lived a good life,

he’s had enough…

Are you okay?

You don’t have to go on,

you can stop here.

I’m okay.

I want to.

I want to tell the story,

it’s getting to the important part.

The night was windy, while he was deep in thought, deciding.

The reaper appeared with the candles of life as usual.

One held the life of someone he didn't know.

And the other candle...

was his father.

When the moment came.

It was hard to decide.

He didn't want his father to suffer any more.

But he also didn't want to be the one to blow out that candle.

But then suddenly the wind blew out the other candle right in front of his eyes.

The boy decided to use his father’s candle

to light up the extinguished candle.

Before... blowing out his father’s candle.

Then his father finally passed.

No more suffering.

He smiled with peace.

And that other life

can return

and have his chance in this world.

Do you...

still remember the name?

I can’t remember.

So the moral of the tale is...

we cannot...

stop death.

No, it doesn't end there.

Did something happen to the boy?

After the death of his father,

he was busy with the funeral arrangements.

After everything had passed

he had time to himself.

He was sad.

He blamed himself for neglecting his father

and still wished for another chance

without thinking it was all his fault.

He didn't go back abroad?

No,

he didn't have the strength,

he had no more motivation to live.

Then that night…

There was a full moon.

He walked down into the canal that ran through the village,

he went deeper and deeper.

Then images from the past come back

like a movie.

It was so fast.

so fast.

And in the end

everything went dark,

very dark,

for a long tine.

And then…

That’s it.

That’s really it?

That’s how it ends. That’s all I can tell.

Thank you.

Thanks so much.

That's enough for me.

Thank you for telling me this story.

I will never forget you.

I will never forget you too.

Can you tell me something?

If I was to document all that happened,

including the story that you told me

You are welcome to.

When Rain disappeared

I tried writing about it

but I couldn't remember anything about him,

ao all I had was the title.

What did you name it?

Seven days before valentine

Interesting,

seven days before valentine.

Just seven days

but so much has happened in my life.

A very valuable lesson.

I’m glad.

You have helped a self centered,

selfish,

self entitled person to change so much,

you really should get a reward from heaven.

You changing into a better person

is a reward for me already.

Without you around,

It’s going to be lonely.

Your life has to go on,

you will meet more people.

But will they be good to me as you are,

Q?

Oh human, are you fond of a devil like me?

You’re hiding something.

What am I hiding?

You always did it,

you fought with yourself every time I asked you to erase someone,

you wanted me to know better,

but I was naive.

I know

that you suffered…

But now you know better,

I’m happy.

Really?

Yes.

And what about the tragic river?

The one you said no one could return,

don't you want to return?

That's impossible.

It says so in the tale, that only a hero

can come back.

That’s me,

an ordinary guy, kind of a loser too.

I returned.

In fact,

I have to thank “that guy”

that helped me come back.

I owe it to him

He doesn't want you to do that again.

I'm not going to do it again.

And I also don't want him to do the same either.

Q.

Yes.

You once said you came from the past.

As for me, I am your future.

Yeah, why?

Where is the past and future?

The future is ahead of us,

the past is behind us.

So now we are in the present right?

Hard to say.

Sometimes they overlap,

the past and the future,

time is just a made up theory,

perhaps we only have the present.

It’s a shame I study performance arts,

I will never get any of this stuff.

Come on,

even scientist still can’t find the answers to everything.

So what do they do?

Keep searching.

Or just accept it

and move on.

Accept the uncertain?

The rule of uncertainty.

It’s almost midnight,

I can make another wish right?

The last wish.

Yes.

But I no longer want rain to come back.

He already met someone much more suitable for him.

But you can still wish for someone to disappear.

That’s not against the rules?

No.

I have a bit of time left.

I hope you have a good time tomorrow

I still haven't packed my bags.

You have time.

It’s not a morning flight.

You remembered.

It would be good

if you could come,

But you must be bored of snow.

Not really,

enjoy it for me.

Q…

after I make my wish,

I will fall asleep

and when I wake up

you will not be here right?

Probably,

I don't like goodbyes.

All things are uncertain.

But saying goodbyes is a sure thing.

And it’s a lot to deal with.

I will probably miss you.

That’s so good

to hear this.

And you….

Are you going to miss me?

Definitely.

I will surely miss you.

Promise?

Promise.

It’s time.

For my last wish…

I am at your command.

Q,

I wish for you to be happy,

and no longer suffer.

I wish...

for you...

to disappear from this universe.

Sun.

We traveled past each other from different planets.

On a cold night

We met again.

Will it be time, fate, or trepidation?

that brought you and me Let's be together here.

If there were only shadows in our arms

In this time How warm will it be?

And when you gently kiss When we're close

It probably makes my heart tremble. Will the loneliness go away?

Love is a combination of many things.

It’s not just owning someone.

Q, thanks for everything.

Thank you for this brief experience.

In just seven days.

But the wounds are still fresh in my heart.

Feelings that won't go away,

so I need to tie up some loose ends