Chapter 45: The Real Eunah -2

Chapter 45: The Real Eunah -2

A short silence followed.

She sat on the sofa, staring at me intently, maintaining the silence.

As he was nervously swallowing the thought that he might had made a mistake, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"You're not a completely useless guy."

With those words, she got up.

Walking past Dokyun, she headed towards the kitchen shelves and spoke.

"Reasonably spirited, too."

With a familiar movement, she bent down and rummaged through the lower shelf, taking out a bottle of liquor and two glasses, then returned to the living room where Dokyun was standing.

After sitting back on the sofa, she filled a glass with liquor she had brought and continued speaking.

"Sit."

Dokyun alternated between looking at her and the glass, then swallowed dryly, sitting at a distance where one more person could fit beside her.

"Are you going to drink?"

He looked at the bottle on the table. It was a golden liquor with English words "Moore" written on the label, looking quite expensive at first glance.

Still feeling unsettled, wanting to borrow some courage from the alcohol, but the strong scent piercing his nose made him think that he wouldn't be able to continue a proper conversation if he drank it, so he shook his head and replied.

"No, thank you."

"Really?"

A voice tinged with disappointment.

She pursed her lips again and said so, but did not insist a second time.

After filling only her glass among the two she had brought, she downed it in one go and then spoke.

"So, what are you curious about?"

Dokyun watched her refill the empty glass.

A very cooperative attitude.

She still maintained an indifferent attitude towards Dokyun, but there seemed to be no intention to ignore him either.

Dokyun pondered as he watched the liquor filling the glass.

There were so many things he wanted to ask.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

He still didn't know much about her.

Even though they had been together for a month, all he knew about her was her name, age, a few food preferences, and perhaps the mental illness she was suffering from.

No, he couldn't even be sure of that.

Who knows if she has other illnesses besides dissociative identity disorder.

Countless thoughts passed by, and numerous curiosities arose.

Yet, there was one question that needed to be asked first.

"Which side is the real one?"

Was the girl he had seen, with her clear smile and gentle warmth, truly her true self?

Or was it just a fabricated personality?

He wanted to know.

"If the desired answer is about who the true owner of this body is, then it's Go Eunah."

That's right.

Upon hearing those words, he found myself inexplicably relieved.

As she finished speaking and observed my expression, she chuckled and continued.

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

His body trembled.

Only then did he realize that his previous question might have caused discomfort to the person he was conversing with, and he was about to hastily apologize when she interjected.

"No need to apologize. Such a reaction is probably normal."

She replied nonchalantly and took a sip of her drink.

For a moment, tension rose in Dokyun as he watched her, but as she set down her glass, he spoke up.

"Um"

"Go Eunseol."

"Yes?"

She glanced at me and spoke again.

"Call me Go Eunseol. You can't keep calling me 'her' or 'that person,' right?"

Go Eunseol.

Another personality introduced herself.

After briefly engraving that name in his mind, Dokyun opened his mouth again.

"Miss Go Eunseol."

"Speak."

"Are you the older sister?"

As the question ended, she briefly glanced at me and nodded affirmatively.

"That's right. According to Go Eunah, I am the older sister."

The first hypothesis among those proposed so far turned out to be correct.

Nodding in response to the answer he received, Dokyun proceeded to ask his next question.

"Then Miss Eunseol, do you know that you are her other personality?"

Upon asking that question, a smile formed on her lips.

The face Dokyun looked at was adorned with a faint glow of satisfaction.

"Your intuition is sharp."

It was a positive response.

Once again, she filled the empty glass with alcohol and, with her gaze fixed on the glass, spoke.

"I think I've caught on to some extent Yes, there's a hint of satisfaction in that."

"I can't distinguish between reality and fantasy very well."

After saying that and pausing for a moment, she raised the glass full of alcohol and spoke again.

"Well I guess I don't really want to distinguish."

The answer that came made him feel a tightness in his chest, a frustrating feeling.

Even though he had expected it, the answer he heard made Dokyun feel uneasy.

With that said, she suddenly burst into a dry laugh.

"But that was the problem."

Putting the glass down on her thigh, she lowered her eyes and continued speaking.

"That crazy Bitch didn't know how to stop."

As Dokyun listened to her words, he suddenly recalled the previous situation.

Stop please

No.

She tore at her wrist despite his plea.

Kick.

While still letting out a smile tinged with excitement.

Eunah, who glanced at him as if she could see through his thoughts, whispered a word with a smile.

"Go Eunchae."

When Dokyun looked at her, she added an explanation.

"That crazy bitch's name."

"Ah"

A foolish sound escaped his lips.

"As you saw, once she starts, she has to finish it no matter what."

He seemed to understand what she was saying.

What Dokyun saw seemed like he would never stop the self-harm.

"So."

Her smile faded from Dokyun's view, and she continued in a low voice.

"I was created."

A somewhat hollow-sounding statement.

She was calmly talking about the process of her creation.

"That crazy bitch needed a brake to stop."

At first, Dohyun felt like her expression was disappearing.

"Now everything is perfect."

Her lips widened as she continued.

"Eunah can grasp the sweet fruit of being a 'good child,' and Eunchae can pour out her desires freely."

Dohyun wanted to ask her 'What about you?' but decided against it.

"So, all along, living without any problems, a problem suddenly erupted."

"A problem you say."

Dokyun felt that she was about to talk about the main content and responded to her words.

She emptied the glass again and refilled it while speaking.

"That crazy bitch started to get greedy."

Greedy.

It was a sinister echo.

"She doesn't know how to stop, and she's impulsive. That's why she can't tolerate it."

She said, gripping the cup in her hand.

"She can't accept the fact that this body must be divided."

"What do you mean."

She doesn't want to split, she's still another personality.

Dokyun opened his mouth to speak to the vague outline that appeared.

"Can I understand that the personality called Eunchae is trying to swallow you?"

After the words, a new expression appeared on her face.

"You're very perceptive."

"There's still something I don't understand."

Dokyun knew a little about the disorder of multiple personalities. It was a natural story in a way.

The treatment of multiple personalities ultimately ends with merging the personalities into one.

"But if that happens, wouldn't the original personality, Eunah, survive?"

Her eyes, looking at him, drew a faint smile.

Dokyun, looking at her, felt a sense of discomfort in his chest for a moment.

Although they had the same face and expression, Eunah was not visible there.

"I told you, right? It's a bit messed up."

"Then"

"Eunah is the one who gets devour. If Eunah is devoured, I can no longer control that crazy bitch."

"I'm still okay, but Eunah is already halfway devoured."

His fist clenched. The truth he faced was more urgent and dangerous than he had thought.

Only then did it make sense. She, who had been acting somewhat mechanically but impulsively, who would act like a madman once triggered.

As the impression settled on Dokyun's face, she added a word.

"So."

When she met his eyes, she, with a smile that could be called genuine, spoke.

"That's why we brought you here."

Silence.

His body froze. At the end of his gaze, he could see her staring at him.

'we.'

The word she casually threw out.

Dokyun was not so foolish as to not understand the meaning of that word.

"Aren't you, Eunah, the end?"

Eunah will not be included in 'we'.

Moreover, from the atmosphere of the words conveyed, it felt like the 'we' did not refer to Eunah.

Her smile deepened at the question she was asked.

"Excellent."

The returned answer was affirmative.