Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 221



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Silent night.

A sleepless night.

Kim Byeol woke up, drawn by the moonlight streaming in through the blackout curtains.

I peeked open the curtains and saw that the moonlight was nowhere to be found, and only the apartment complex across the street was twinkling.

The full moon was not visible in the black sky.

Where on earth did it go? Was it hidden behind dark clouds? Was it lost in the city lights?

Kim Byeol, who had been looking up at the sky for a long time, lowered her head without finding a single star.

Kim Byeol is sitting on the bed, curled up listlessly.

I look up at the light that seems to be twinkling inside the room.

“ah.”

It was a golden palm branch figure that I had received from France.

It is also called the ‘Cannes Best Actress Award’.

How much authority did that gold nugget bring?

The reporter who used to interview people in a subtle tone while being polite and sly has become a dog with its tail tucked down, and some actors who didn’t treat him as a senior because he was young are now politely calling him ‘senior’.

For a figure smaller than the palm of your hand, this is a talisman with quite remarkable efficacy.

Perhaps the reason I was able to talk back to my manager was because of the arrogance that the statue gave me.

In this way, the idol made him look like some great person.

But is that actually the case?

Has he, Kim Byeol, truly become a great person?

“······”

Oh my.

That can’t be true.

It’s not like I suddenly became the greatest actor of the century because I received a piece of paper, and it’s not like I suddenly became a beauty who captivates everyone because I received a piece of paper.

Kim Byeol was still an ordinary person who had to work hard for hours in the classroom to keep up with the ‘real’ geniuses, and an ordinary person who had to eat grassroots to maintain her beauty.

What’s more, I was so intimidated by my mother that I even stayed in the corner of the room like a bird trapped in a cage.

In what aspects of this can we find ‘greatness’?

“under······”

Kim Byeol laughed at herself like that and thought about returning this little plaque.

A golden palm tree that sparkles as if imbued with some kind of magic even in the darkness.

Those who failed to grab that branch will not understand Kim Byeol···

Kim Byeol also didn’t feel like she owned that prize.

That plaque did not belong to Kim Byeol.

It was my mother’s.

The shabby and simple life of a mother who disciplined her children with education bordering on abuse and abandoned her husband and second child in order to only wish for Kim Byeol’s success.

A life that others would point fingers at.

That award was proof that such a life was right.

It was proof that my mother’s teaching that it was okay to be fat while always maintaining a slim figure was true beauty.

It was proof that my mother was right in saying that one can only succeed if one cuts away at the most humane things.

Anyway, Kim Byeol won an award.

Because I won, just like my mother taught me.

Because I won.

So, is a mother’s heart ‘love’?

Does such a form of love exist in this world?

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A complexly tangled maze of the mind.

In the meantime, Kim Byeol, who had been caught up in the situation, continued to suffer for a long time.

But the heart was like an unfathomable lake.

On the surface of the black lake where muddy water swirled, Kim Byeol was nowhere to be seen.

At that moment, Kim Byeol’s gaze turned to a corner of the bookshelf.

A thousand and one changes.

Finally, we talked about ‘the form of love’ –

It was a new work by the writer.