“So.. How does it feel to be free?” Jinsoul clasped onto the book she was holding onto tightly while waiting for the response to arrive from her same-aged friend. 

“You mean, like a bird?” Yves hummed while pretending not to answer the question correctly. 

“No.. When you jumped.” 

Silence envelops itself around the two women as they stand by the side of the road. A distorted body clearly distinguishable and familiar. 

“How about you, soul?” The woman pushed back the ball that was previously thrown towards her. 

“...”

The office lady didn’t answer till she was next to herself. Carefully brushing her hair aside to the slightest extent, her answer was accepted by both parties. 

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Meanwhile, another pair of the same age cried furiously while holding hands together. The sight of another one of their loved ones passing away to a silent disease tormented them much. 

It was now time for their wives to wallow in shame and self-criticism.