The Pinnacle of Life

Looking at Hayley’s distinct and dynamic eyes that were filled with innocence and playfulness, Alex seemed to have returned to that innocent, youthful era.

She walked up to him while wearing a skirt and flinging her ponytail. And he liked to follow behind her and watch her fluttering hair. He would occasionally glance at her budding waist and butt but was already displaying a woman’s charm. Sometimes, he would fantasize about going to the same university together, becoming close to her to the point of being inseparable. He liked watching her irritated and pouting look. He liked hearing her gentle reprimand.

“Hey… Did you stay up all night playing games again last night?”

“Your eyes look like a panda’s. They are so ugly. This eye cream doesn’t suit me. Help me use it up!”

“Alex, I don’t know who dropped this bouquet here. Help me throw it away. Doesn’t that person know I’m allergic to flowers?”

Thinking about it, his eyes were red-rimmed.

“Hey! Alex, you jerk If you don’t pay attention to the lesson, you can only attend a diploma mill and get a job that doesn’t pay much after graduation.”

“Alex, you jerk. Help me up…”

“Hey. I’m calling out to you, yet you pretend to be deaf…”

“Alex Rockefeller, you blockhead…”

‘Huh? Weren’t they memories? Oh, it’s real. Hayley Hanson is really calling out to me…’

I’ll pull you up right away!” Alex, who had come to realize, saw Hayley stretching out her fair, beautiful hands

like that maiden in the

“Long time no see!”

“Long time… No see!”

so tall! You still look so ugly with your crying face!” Hayley compared their heights. Alex was now a head taller

“Give me a hand!”

holding Alex’s hand. After looking around, she said, “Let’s leave this place

“Alright!”

left the blood

her, Alex asked, “Don’t you find it strange? Do you have

her head and lightly kicked her as she put her hands behind her. “I

shocked. “You…

lying in the

shoes were broken and decayed. Her body was the same as it was decades ago. She was still youthful. However, her shoes and clothes could not be preserved for long after decades. Even her clothes were torn after

new skirt,

her head. “Do they belong

head. “They belong to my daughter. She

smiled. “Good. They are lovely. Do you have black pantyhose? Didn’t you like it best

“W-when did I..?”