"Even if the tower does not appear, I believe that your world existed- no. Exists."

The doctor was serious. He was looking at thick pile charts in a cabinet near the wall. Jaehwan also turned to look in the same direction. There were countless charts with various patient names.

"Recently, I think my treatments were all wrong after all. Treating and fixing other people's worlds… I just thought maybe it was too arrogant of me. How can a man fix another's world?"

"…Are you kidding? Or are you serious?"

"I am serious."

Jaehwan was at a loss for words. The doctor continued, "Maybe it's all thanks to you."

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe I was the one who was persuaded by you during our 10 years."

Why now? Why? Jaehwan felt dizzy. He barely was able to adapt to this world and why was he saying that now? Wasn't it his wish for Jaehwan to give up on that world? He had been…

"I am serious, Jaehwan. I believe in that world."

"But why… the tower hasn't even appeared yet."

"I just think that it's not important anymore, whether the tower appears or not."

The doctor was smiling. And from that smile, Jaehwan felt his last 10 years being shaken terribly.

'No. Please don't. Don't speak anymore.'

The doctor kept going.

"As I recorded all your stories and read them… it just came to my mind. Maybe the tower that you are waiting for is…"

Jaehwan then lost his balance and fell, grabbing the corner of the table. The clash then shook the table, dropping piles of charts onto the ground. It was patient charts for Jaehwan. And with the dizziness, Jaehwan slumped down on the ground. The doctor's voice became muddy as if Jaehwan was underwater.

"Jaehwan! Are you okay?"

Jaehwan threw the doctor's hand away. He was looking down at the charts. There were various numbers showing the rate of depression. There were graphs that showed the potential amount of suicide, and graphs that showed inability to adapt to society.

Jaehwan looked down dumbfoundedly.

Graphs and numbers. All those distorted informations began swirling around him. It spun and spun and continued talking to him.

Jaehwan. Jaehwan. Jaehwan. Jaehwan.

It was proving himself. Jaehwan, who couldn't be proven, was now only being proven from those numbers. It made him felt nauseous. He felt like he was going to throw up.

What was this feeling?

Jaehwan then began to vomit. The doctor kept on speaking, but Jaehwan couldn't hear anything anymore. And with the sound of calling a nurse, Jaehwan grabbed one of the charts and began ripping it down.

"Jaehwan!"

The harts were ripped. And from the openings of various numbers and graphs, a certain emptiness began to swirl out. A void that could not be described by any number or graph was there. As Jaehwan ripped those charts, he glared at those empty s.p.a.ces.

'That was me. I was there.'

It was like an illusion. Jaehwan even forgot the name of that place.

That is… uniq….

Uni…

u…

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