Warm sun beats down on the solitary figure, hunched back, dark eyes gazed out into the void, an emptiness unfulfilled except for that one person who brought sunshine back into his life. Heart heavy, unaware as the petite creature sits next to him on the bridge. On guard, he stiffens, knows she has some comments on how he makes himself suffer.
Little God sits down comfortably next to Myeol Mang, says,
"You have been here the whole day. What are you thinking about?"
Pausing, she glances over, he stares ahead.
Quietly says, "Nothing."
Nods to herself, knows him best, says, "That's right. Don't go. You decided not to see her. You did well. Like that, don't ever see her. Whether she dies or lives. Don't ever see her. Live like that. Can you…live like that?"
She tilts her head, eyes questioning, his own head tilts listening to her words, contemplating. Rising in one swift movement, turns, walks down the road back towards his future.
Little God sits on the broken bridge, swings her petite legs, looks lovingly at the small clay pot. She says, "A child must rebel against the parent in order to grow. Love must suffer from a broken heart to blaze up."