Secret Love Affair between a Former Saint and a Dark Hero - Chapter 3
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Strangely, my heart ached. I rubbed it away, and Sol, who had been pondering, furrowed her brow.
“But don’t the protagonists also face near-death trials? Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Well, the protagonist has to go through that kind of ordeal, right?”
“Ugh, it sounds a bit scary. And there are people who torment them in the story too.”
“Well, at least it’s a happy ending, so you can live with it, right?”
In retrospect, it was a crazy idea. But unlike me, the puppy-like Park Sol was wise. Sol rolled her eyes at me.
“Hmm… Still, if I were to become a character in the book, I’d prefer to be a supporting character rather than the female lead.”
“Why? Life is meant to be written with challenges, and there are no sweet fruits without hardships.”
“Even so, I don’t like pain and hardship. Just enjoying the view as a spectator of the main characters would be enough for me.”
If I could go back in time, I would punish myself for saying that. In hindsight, I’m sure that the heroine of the novel, who went through all sorts of hardships, must have been furious at my outrageous words.
And then you turned on me with this old grudge.
Yes, that’s what you said. Go through life as it is in the novel, you wretch, shouting that.
Because, otherwise, there’s no way such an unbelievable turn of events would have occurred later.
“Now, shall we go out? I feel like I’m glued to this chair. I’m hungry. Can you hear the rumbling of my stomach, Sol? I’ve come here in search of a good meal.”
“Alright, let’s go! … But you know what, are you really going to eat three servings of sirloin steak?”
“Uh, I’m confident with four servings, my friend.”
“How about we exercise a bit of modesty, huh?”
“Oh my, what should I do? My stomach is like a storage unit.”
“Ugh, I really can’t live with you……what’s that, huh? Hey, look!”
The rest is a bit of a blur. I left the cafe and was crossing the street, laughing and talking.
“Jiyeon! Ahhhh!”
There was a screeching of tires, the sound of wheels skidding on the road. The loud screams of people panicking. Sol was calling my name desperately. And then, there was a loud thud.
What’s happening? Why is this… Why like this…
My vision started to spin strangely. My whole body was in pain, and it felt excruciating, as if everything was breaking apart.
Oh, Sol. I’m so sleepy.
“Jiyeon! No!”
My consciousness faded away.
That’s right. In a truly absurd turn of events, I died like that. I must have died for sure, after making such a foolish wish to become the female lead of a novel.