You Were My Life, But Were You Not?
A person finds the umbrella their lost love left behind, only to discover it mysteriously returns years later.
This story was written one sentence at a time, by many different people.
Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
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Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
Read the Korean original →
That night, only the umbrella you left behind came back, soaked and alone.
I took it gladly, thinking it was at least a trace of you.
The rain stopped falling, and your traces too gradually faded away.
They say the traces left by an old person should be covered by the traces carved by the next one, and I too had a next person.
But this morning, that umbrella was lying in front of my doorway again.
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