It was a winter evening, the moon was full and its light reflected on the snow, stained with blood. Hot tears warmed the red cheeks of Jisung who was kneeling in front of his mother's lifeless body, his hands trembling.
A man dressed in black watched the scene before stepping forward and kicking Jisung, knocking him to the ground. His hand let go of that of his mother, of his role model, of what remained of his family, of what made him who he was today. He stooped then lifted the lifeless body of Mrs. Han, who was once a mother at just 17 years old, who had to give up her medical studies to raise her son and who then dreamed of writing a best-seller. . She still continued to smile, to do everything to see her son happy, to always be there for him in good times and bad ones. This is what she wanted, but her desire was taken from her by the cruel hands of death. Yes, she was what you could call a dreamer, she was.
After putting her on his shoulders despite Jisung's expectations to stop him, he runs away, taking with him, a dreamer by day and a thinker by night. But who is now among the stars she was watching on the roof with Jisung while reading her favorite book to him. Showing him every night before Jisung sleeps her moon tattoo on his wrist.
If ever one day you are lost Jisung, promise me to always look for me in every full moon, I will be there lighting up the stars to help you find your way.
These memories, so happy, now hurt more than anything.
" COME BACK ! » shouted Jisung "WHY? WHY DID YOU DO THAT? »
No response, only silence echoed in this deserted alley. All that could be heard was Jisung's muffled cries. What's the point of living now that I've lost everything? He said to himself.
So he let himself die, in the cold of winter, the north wind burning his face and the famine gnawing at his stomach. But a part of Jisung was dead, and he intended to join it.
While he was waiting to die, he had the opportunity to observe, from afar, all the hustle and bustle of the city: all the noises, the different accents, the different people. Carts coming and going, young women lifting their dresses revealing their boots which were probably worth a fortune to avoid getting stained. Gentlemen with well-groomed mustaches refined to the nearest millimeter. It was his only occupation.
One day, while his stomach was screaming for hunger, another noise caught his attention. A kitten with gray and white fur meowed to get his attention. He was shivering from the cold and looked so thin! He too must not have seen a full plate in a long time. A sort of sadness could be read in his eyes.
"Who did this to you? Why are you all alone? You don't deserve this, no one deserves this. »
Jisung then opened his jacket so the cat could snuggle up against him. The warmth of the animal's fur was so comforting and the sight of the cat sleeping in his arms warmed his heart. He looked so peaceful, his breathing lulling Jisung who in turn fell asleep too.
It was still night, Jisung was sleeping soundly, holding the cat in his arms. Suddenly, a sound or rather someone woke him up.
"Dori!! Dori? Where are you ? I've been looking for you for two weeks, please come home. » said a desperate voice.
The kitten then stirred in Jisung's arm, meowing as loudly as he could using what little strength he had left.
"Dori?!" It's really you ! »
A well-dressed young man appeared in the alley, his hat in hand, stopping in sight of Jisung. But when he saw the cat he ran to take him in his arms. Jisung watched the cat join the boy, happy for him but a bit of sadness still crossed him. In one evening, he had formed a bond with the animal.
"Who are you, brave man? My name is Lee Minho! I'm Dori's owner, he's my cat! He ran away two weeks ago and must have gotten lost, he looks really bad, I should have closed the back door, if I ever knew! »
