Her name was Yoo Seolwoo.
There are many kinds of gazes a person can receive.
Kindness, laughter, joy, unfamiliarity, vigilance, etc.
But there were usually two types of eyes that would be gazing at her.
Evasive glances, filled with pity or fear, if not loath.
It was unfortunate, but there was nothing she could’ve done because Seolwoo was completely different from them.
In short, Yoon Seolwoo was a child who could see ghosts.
It wasn’t like she got those ‘eyes’ because of an accident or anything strange.
She just had the ability to see such things.
Since her mother ran away, leaving her alone in the house, Seol-woo was unattended even before she started walking.
However, Yoo Seolwoo understood her mother. She didn’t have a father, after all.
It would have been difficult to raise a child by herself, much less a child who could see ghosts.
Of course, she wouldn’t have been able to raise me.
She thought so.
Fortunately, Seolwoo was raised by relatives until she entered middle school; that’s how she was able to survive.
During that time, no, from the very beginning. Making ends meet was Seolwoo’s main goal.
Every time she thought about giving everything up, she would be surrounded by ghosts mocking her.
While laughing at Seolwoo, they giggled and urged her to join them. ‘Don’t you belong with us, someone who has no
place to live?’
Whenever her vision became blurred from crying, a thought would pop into her head.
“Who do you think you are?”
And whenever she thought so, Seolwoo would stand up and do what she had to do.
Even during the winter when she felt as though she was freezing to death and during the summer when she couldn’t move, Seolwoo endured it all.
Loneliness was her only friend, and the ghosts were nothing more than mere furniture.
When she was 20, she cried alone from being overwhelmed by so many emotions. But she was glad she endured it all until that day.
Seolwoo tried to survive despite the difficulties until she was hit and killed by a drunk driver at twenty-three.
It was unfair.
But it was also actually a blessing in disguise, as she was given a new life.
“Waah!”
She, who usually would never cry, cried loudly.
There was only one reason for that.
Because she was a baby.
When she woke up again after being killed in an accident, she was given a new name of Rosentine Argen.
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