Seasonal summer is honey colored. There were drops of water hanging on the bottle of iced Coke. There was a man on the bus wearing a white T-shirt, and the temperature was just right when he put his arm on it. He decided to confess to that boy - on this sticky July afternoon with the overwhelming chirping of cicadas, when he still believed that everything would have an answer.
But he didn't know that the ending of this summer had already been written.
Starting from the first flying insect that landed on the back of his hand on the platform, starting from the inexplicably spread blue-gray mark on his wrist, starting from when he suddenly realized that every face around him looked as unfamiliar as if it had been generated in batches - this carefully constructed honey world was cracking bit by bit. There are more and more bugs. The mother's tenderness began to twist. The smile on his crush's face never disappeared, but the moment he finally said "I like you", that smile broke. What was broken was more than just the smile.
It's a revolving door. It was a dream that his brain used its last energy to weave for him after his death. In reality, he jumped into the river. In his dream, he finally waited for the hug that would never come.
But when the insect swarm covered his body, and when he stood on the bridge and looked at his faceless body in the river, he suddenly heard himself say——
"It turns out I was dead a long time ago."
This is a story about summer. About those sweet illusions, the love that is said to be "disgusting", the guilt that seeps out from under the skin, and the only three words that a young man learned with his last strength in the darkness at the bottom of the river - accept yourself.
"You must be in pain."
"It hurts."
"... It's mine."
The preface of the season, the prologue of summer, the unfinished continuation, the head of the thread, and the complete life of a young man who always stops in the prologue.
Intention: True salvation is reconciliation with the unacceptable self. A young man who only learned to accept himself after death used his last dream to reconcile with himself.