The Past Winter
Thrown

Such is the end of the evil witch in the novel story titled ‘Last Hiems’. The Latin-language novel I bought in Europe some time ago in the annual ‘World Tour’ organized by my agency.

Beforehand let's get acquainted. I am a top actress in my country. The trophies of various awards I have won. Success, good name, wealth, popularity, beauty that feels eternal is the result of my efforts so far.

Born to a pair of musicians who worked in the field of music, so they gave me a name like a white note on a piano, Sol La. Like a prayer my parents prayed through a name to follow in the footsteps of their careers. But fate has led me to become an actress who has borne my name for over sixteen years.

The weather was very clear that day. A pleasant summer without any weather problems, made my drama shooting schedule go smoothly. Also while attending a television show as a guest star on one of the private television stations, everything seemed normal.

The manager who usually did not stop complaining because of our schedule was too crowded, that day just fell silent and seemed to enjoy it for a full day. The schedule that is usually fussy because it has an internship assistant that is not yet competent is not there. The schedule that he put together that day was nothing missed, all on target.

But suddenly there was a day when I was diagnosed by a doctor with blood cancer at the end of this fall. Until the weakening of the organs of the body makes me feel struck by lightning in broad daylight.

Also I was struck by the news that said that the lover I had been dating for over five years was having an affair with my own close friend who was also an actress. It was like a General Sherman tree.

If you are unfamiliar with the name ‘General Sherman’ it will give me a little picture. This tree has a trunk diameter of eleven meters, almost eighty-five meters above ground level, and has a trunk volume that is not large. Yep, General Sherman is the largest tree in the world that is still alive today. It is not what it feels like to be hit by a tree trunk.

Not to mention that the person I love decided to marry his mistress, because the teaser was pregnant with their three-month-old baby. As well as the fact that I only learned later, I was tricked by the two of them who turned out to have been in a tacit relationship behind my back for over three years. So for the last three years I've been the clown.

Also, my parents were suddenly in a big fight, even during their decades-long marriage. When they quarrel never to submit a threat of divorce, every problem will soon pass. But it's different this time. As if nothing could be preserved anymore. It added to the weight of my mind, enough to make me mentally go down.

Plus I had a big fight for no reason with my best friend who was also my manager. The baseless scandals about me that kept popping to the surface, my last sanity line was shattered, my mind was in turmoil, my anxiety was popping up. Successfully making my career track record for sixteen brilliant years was finally tarnished in just four days.

As a grown woman, I can only cry and regret what happened to me. I don't understand where it's wrong either. The pounding that I experienced squeezed out my life, leaving me lying helplessly on a hospital bed.

I thought no one would care anymore. But it turns out that both my parents are still crying over me. So did my best friend, who was also my manager, Miru. He cried sobbing when he learned of my illness which I managed to hide for three months from him and also my parents.

“Solla.” Call my best friend to cry.

“Now you're crying? It doesn't suit you very well, anyway I'm fine.” My inner.

Although my eyes were closed and my body did not react, I could still feel the presence of those closest to me in the hospital room that I now occupied.

Like the footage in a movie, I saw the picture in my parents' dream talking to the doctor. Mama who leaned limp rested on papa who tried to strengthen himself. Miru who does not accept and is angry because she just knows the reality. Both of my parents were sad and upset, they were distrustful and helpless. The mother who was crying loudly beside the bed, blamed herself. Papa begged the doctor to heal me at all costs. The faces of everyone who looked sad and desperate.

“Finally you know my diagnosis of disease yes, I feel very guilty. I'm sorry.” Batinku.

...***...

After a while, I miraculously reopened my eyes. It's late at night. The cold air immediately touched my body gently. “It turns out to be in winter yes.” Thought.

I saw the ceiling of the room was minimal lighting. There is only a light bias from the reflection of a sleeping lamp next to the bed. I wanted so much to reach out to these people who loved me so much and convince them that I was okay, but my hands were slumped. I saw the first snow coming down to me from outside the window, and then they glowed pretty like fireflies.

Does snow shine like this?

I faintly saw a bright light in the distance as a comet approached me through the window panes right in front of my bed. A moment of bright light shot towards right in front of my eyes, so I closed both eyeballs. When I reopened my eyes, the situation in the nursery turned bright.

“Oh it might be because last night I passed out, time passed quickly so it is now morning.” Thought.

I've been standing next to my own bed. I saw my mother sleeping on the other bed in this room, and my father sleeping on the couch, both of them looking very tired. The wrinkles on their faces were both clear. Though not long ago they were both crowned as a couple of ageless, it turns out they are both also ordinary humans who can age. I used to think that both my parents were aliens or vampires, silly.

Then, I saw Miru who was asleep next to my bed while folding her hands was no less tired. I stuck out my hand, tried to reach my best friend and intended to give him a small surprise for my condition that was able to stand up and healthy.

When I touched Miru's head, my hand just passed Miru. And so did when I touched both my parents. I was astonished many times to try to touch them, but none of my actions came to fruition.

I was surprised to see the other me lying limp on the bed with so many hoses and life support cables attached tightly to the rest of the body. Though I myself was standing dumbfounded.

In a state of fixation, confusion, and despair, my body was pulled tight by a thread of red wrapped around the stomach. I was in a defensive position so my body wouldn't be interested. I tried to hold on to the lip of the bed which I could not reach. However, the stronger I resist the stronger the pull produced.

Very thin, yet very strong thread. Many times I tried to let go, the thread was also sharp to the point of injuring my fingers. But the strange thing was that my stomach was not hurt in the slightest, when the thread was wrapped around my stomach.

“Oh don't joke! It's a hospital and we're on the fifth floor! Where do you think you want to pull me?!” I said to the thread that wrapped around my body.

WWUUSSHHH!

In one tight pull, my body was thrown out through a window floating high in the air. It was so high that I had trouble breathing. After reaching the highest point, due to the force of gravity my body plunged freely down.

I saw clearly the clouds I was passing through. The scenery is extraordinary with a stretch of sea that is many times wider than the land that looks smaller. But the land doesn't look like Korea on the map of the world I was taught in when I was in school. It looks more like a European landmass.