Tim, who vowed to come back tomorrow morning since it was already late at night â threatened to kill him before he dies of an internal illness if he had a drop of beer after he was discharged â After Beckman somehow took Clara out, Jude was lying blankly facing the ceiling in the ward with the lights off.
Rather than the last words of the little girl he just parted with, the words he heard way earlier kept stirring his head. It seemed like he could hear a small scream in the corner of his heart that he should not step further, but it did not stop voluntarily. When Tim that keeps attracting his attention in front of him and other people disappeared, the feeling just stuck together and grabbed the back of his head and didnât let go.
-It is our own world.
-This is our own world.
Have you ever had a silly get-together with other kids in your childhood? No, thatâs not it. Itâs not like that. This is, something a little closer than that. Something more fundamental, more deeply conscious. The boyâs voice, which he clearly donât remember, kept whispering in his ears.
-This is our own worldâŚâŚ.
It was clearly a voice calling for him. But oddly enough, the familiarity felt in the words was too much. I canât believe I donât remember such a familiar voice. It was an incomprehensible word, but the feeling was exactly the same. Tossing and turning on his bed, Jude finally let out a short sigh into the air. The air in the hospital room was warm enough, but one corner of his chest was frighteningly cold. All of the sudden, the rims of his eyes became hot.
-This is our own world.
There is no more. I donât know what it is, but the voice was now inaudible. That was all he could tell. Was it something you shouldnât have forgotten? As opposed to the unconvincing heat gathering near his neck, his heart was frozen stiff. He couldnât understand. Why would his body shake so much at pieces of words that he doesnât even know the meaning of? With one shake of the head, Jude closed his eyes, dispersing the heat. While he was unconscious, he felt like he saw something in that sticky darkness. Something he doesnât want to think about.
When small footsteps were heard in the silence, Judeâs body was paralyzed. The sound of walking from the end of the hallway was magnified slowly. Is it a nurse doing a midnight rounds? The quiet footsteps werenât in much of a hurry. In the silence, even the breath is heard so clearly, as the sound of the footsteps gradually came closer; close enough to alarm his whole body. When he felt that the calm, restrained sound had grown so loud that it could no longer grow, it stopped abruptly in front of Judeâs ward.
Jude breathed a long, long sigh at the feeling of certainty.
Soon the door opened little by little, and a silhouette floated into the bluish darkness. Upon confirming the silhouette, the blond detective clicked his tongue without even realizing it.
âYeah, you again.â
âYou were awake.â
The delicate smiling face could be identified only by the weak streetlight outside. The door closed without a sound. The platinum-haired young man, wearing horn-rimmed glasses, quickly approached Judeâs side. The gesture of sitting in the chair was so natural, and Jude turned to him with an unfavorable face.
âWhy again. How do you know Iâm here?â
âGee, donât be angry. I just came here because I heard you were sick.â
âWho the hell is this guyâŚâŚ Iâm going to report to my superiors and investigate the spy.â
âAhhaha, donât be so angry. He doesnât do much other than report on you.â
The neat face, which was smiling clearly, soon clouded a little after taking a glance at Jude. With smiling eyes, Alvin swept Judeâs head lightly.
âAre you okay? You donât look well.â
âOh, it would be amazing if a person who has collapsed from a stomach cramp had a good complexion.â
âNo, itâs not like that.â
âHa? Then what is it?â
âSomethingâs bothering you? Thatâs the kind of face you have. You canât even sleep till this hour.â
ââŚâŚyou, are you wearing some kind of necrotizing antenna? How come you only come in time for those rare moments when Iâm in a bad mood?â
A low laugh rang once, and the touchy hand smoothed Judeâs hair. As the cool hand moved on to the side of his face, which had been burning up just now, it doesnât feel too bad. Rather, his eyes were about to close, and the voice whispered thinly in his ear.
-This is our own world, our own, our own.
His eyebrows narrowed by itself, and a low yet soft question came from the side.
âWhatâs wrong, Detective? Did something bad happen to you?â
ââŚâŚnoisyâŚâŚ.â
âGee, I thought I was talking low enough.â
âNo, itâs not thatâŚâŚâŚ.something keeps whispering in my headâŚâŚâŚ..â
Suddenly, he felt very tired. It was true that he had been tired since he collapsed, but the straps he had been holding on to seemed to break one by one. He didnât want to hear this voice anymore. It was clearly tightening his heart. The nerves in his head were all messed up. The hand that was stroking his hair came down and touched his cheek. Through that hand, the fever that drove back to his neck went out a little, and Jude gave out a small sigh.
âAre you all right?â
ââŚâŚitâs comfortable except that I canât sleep.â
âDid you remember anything when you were a kid?â
ââŚâŚI donât know.â
âYou donât know, do you hear what the voice said?â
âI donât knowâŚâŚI donât know anything, but I shouldnât have done somethingâŚâ
I think I did something I shouldnât have done. Something that should never be done. Swallowing the words, Jude bit his lips once. Alvin stole his attention again, as he tried to close his eyes.
âYou donât remember much about your childhood, do you?â
âAre you expecting me to tell you about it?â
âI donât think youâre going to tell me.â
I hate you at any rate â and when Jude looks askance at him with his eyes, Alvin laughed. This guy, heâll never stop trying to dig it out even if I didnât tell him one day. Heâs about 20 light years away from the good-natured Tim. Jude shook his head once while lying down, and spat it out in a flat voice.
âItâs just a very fragmented scene. The image of a house, the image of an old man, and the screen that was reddish. Donât ask me what that red thing is, I donât know. Itâs just those pieces that remained, and I donât remember specific people or events.â
âAfter only remembering those images, and then all of a sudden, the voice came up today? What did the voice talk about?â
ââŚâŚIâm not sure what it is.â
-This is our own world.
-Our ownâŚ.
âI donât know, but even though I donât knowâŚâ
The eyes heated up again. He didnât know why. He couldnât even express it in front of Tim, and he was desperate to push it inside even when he was alone, but the intense feeling that could not be accurately determined by a few words, filled his chest and overflowed because of this blue-gray-eyed man. Before it became uncontrollable, Jude clenched his molar and spat.
âGet out.â
âItâs all right.â
âI didnât think we were close enough to show this. Get out, before I call someone.â
âItâs all right.â
Reciting the same word, Alvin slowly swept Judeâs forehead. Slapping the hand a little roughly, Jude rose from his bed with his body that was a bit hard to move. The pale gray eyes did not even budge with the eyes glaring at them.
âGet out. Donât make me say it again.â
âDetective, itâs okay. Iâm not going to tell anybody about this. Because I donât want to share it with anyone. So, itâs okay.â
Speaking in a voice like memorizing poetry, Alvin gently swept across the back of Judeâs shoulder. As if comforting and soothing him, his gaze and touch were amiable. Judeâs eyes, which were looking at his face with a tense body, soon seemed to be slightly distorted, and then hid under his right hand.
âThen, it wasnât supposed to beâŚâ
The hand touching his back pulled him with a force that was not so strong. The touching bodies, unlike the cool hands, was a bit warm. A voice that sounded like music, asked from beside his ear.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât know, I donât knowâŚâŚbut I shouldnât have. I knew, but I still did it. I donât know what I did, I donât know, but I feel like Iâve let something big, something that shouldnât have been removed, disappear with my own hands, and keepâŚâ
-This is our own world, I promise.
The tears escaped no matter how hard he tried to suppress it with his throat. The boyâs voice stimulated the area of guilt, which had hardly been stimulated since his memory lost. It was a painful emotion which can be felt through his lungs, and Jude was thrilled to feel both unfamiliar and familiar at the same time.
âI had toâŚâŚno, I donât knowâŚâŚbutâŚâŚthat was, that was what I didâŚâŚ.â
âShh-shh. Itâs okay, you donât have to think about it right away. You can just rest now.â
A kind voice seized his crushing spirit and melts it away. You can just rest. The words filled his mind with strange clarity. As he breathed in a wet breath, he idly placed his chin on his shoulder, and that sweet voice echoed again.
âBy the end of the night, youâll feel much better. After a good nightâs sleepâŚ..I mean, after a rest. So, sleep at easeâŚâŚ.okay?â
Youâll feel better after a nap. The sentence penetrated sharply into his head. And at the same time, his eyes closed as he was relaxed. Why, is it because I was buried in the voice of the young man in front of me? The boyâs voice was no longer heard. Rather, he wanted to hear his voice than the boyâs. It may be annoying, but it wasnât painful.
Lying down slowly as Alvin led him, Jude snapped at him.
âSay something.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âAnythingâŚâŚâŚso that I can get some sleep.â
The curve of his eyes bent gently. Jude pulled up the quilt and closed his eyes, and the musical voice began to ring quietly in the room.
âI recently went on a trip to LAâŚâ
âOh, donât include bloodshed, murder, and hatred when youâre talking. Iâm afraid it will come out in a dream.â
He heard Alvin laughing as he made that remark.
âOkay, Iâll only talk about the general landscape. Even in LA, the non-urban areas were pretty quiet and peaceful. Like Mrs. Riceâs town, people get along well. Most of all, itâs a place where the home meal is really delicious. I think I gained more weight thereâŚ..â
He couldnât not be tired after hitting and running around all day. Moreover, the voice was now so faint that it could no longer strains his nerve. The whole body quickly fell into a sweet sleep, and Jude did not resist.
â By the time Alvinâs voice, which had been echoing like a velvety whisper in his ears, was cut off, something soft seemed to touch his cheek.