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What are you thinking about?

I had a hard day.

Did you get a lot of work done?

I'm cold.

Hello?

Yes.

One o'clock.

Okay.

When you're in love, they say you see morning.

But while I've been loving her, I can only see the twilight.

However, the more I wither, the more my sadness, emptiness,

and suffering goes farther away.

I was destined to be a person waiting.

So I'm always defeated.

I finally finished work today.

I brought a present.

Wait one sec.

I got body painted for a shoot.

I thought of it.

I call it...

"Junk food."

Why?

You'll get sick after you eat it.

Did something happen?

No...it's cute.

You don't sound yourself.

To be honest,

I don't like other people scribbling on your body.

I don't at all.

What does that supposed to mean?

It's no use.

You were never...

My girlfriend in the first place.

If you have something to say, then say it.

But don't get mad at me.

I don't know what to do when someone gets mad at me

I just wanted to make you happy.

And also cause I feel sorry.

Sorry...

My eye's swollen.

You care about your body so much, but you still like posing nude?

It's all right with me.

I want to see one of your shoots one day.

You can't.

Others saw my body from the outside,

but you saw it from the inside.

Is that so?

Why?

Is something wrong?

No.

What happened to you?

Did you die?

Did you know it's three days past the deadline?

Call me. Bye!

Hey...It's the landowner.

I guess you're not busy.

You're always home.

Think about it one more time.

Please.

I'm suffocating.

I don't want to be a doll.

Try many summer lovers.

I don't want to be a doll...

Please don't leave.

Take me with you.

I must be a whore.

Why?

When a man enters my body,

I feel like it's many men.

There's no way I can understand her.

Don't go today.

Why?

I want to stay with you all day.

We're together everyday.

You drank again.

Come in.

What happened?

What's this?

I fell.

Who did this to you?

Leave me alone.

You don't like to see me like this?

Stupid bastard.

Are you feeling hurt?

I know everything you're thinking about.

You don't know how much I'm hurting.

Idiot.

I know you love me.

Dumb ass!

It makes me sick to look at your eyes!

Ass hole!

I know just as much as you do.

That's right!

I want to die everyday!

But you're not my love!

You think I'm your girlfriend?

Don't fool yourself!

You think I'm that easy?

I'm not that easy.

Calm down.

It's okay.

Don't touch my body!

Never!

I don't like you! I don't!

You don't get it?

-Stop it. -I'm going back.

I'll take the abuse. That's how I love.

Don't ever touch me. I'm going back.

Stop it now.

I only love one person.

It's only him.

Don't love.

I said don't love!

Don't love...

Don't love...

Although she discovered everything about me,

I will recklessly follow her till the end.

When you look at my body, what do you think about?

It's different every time.

What about today?

Right now?

Food.

Do you want to eat it?

Go ahead.

It hurts. Get off.

It hurts.

-Really? -It hurts.

Look.

When someone likes my body,

it makes me happy.

We're really not here.

Say something in here.

-Say what? -Anything.

What's in your head now.

It's a picture you can't see.

A picture souvenir.

You leave your happiest moment in this.

Uh...I'm...

Where did it go?

Where is it?

Where did it go?

Here it is.

It hurts.

Why?

I don't know.

I must have done it too much.

Do you want to stop?

Never.

I want to sleep here.

Hello?

Died?

Who? When?

No. It's not possible.

Why?

Why did he die?

I write to endure being alone.

An endured absence...

Memories are to be forgotten.

When dealing with love,

I'm not a bird perked from its feathers,

but a person who just shed his skin.

Until now...

Have you ever been happy?

Happiness?

When was I happy?

I think I never really was...

Not once?

Why did you ask me that?

Because I'm happy...

Because I'm in love...

I missed you...

But you always leave...

I want this to be the last time...

I love you.

How fearful can love be?

It's the same as never knowing when to be scared.

This is the beginning of my writing.

She returns.