BBDW 79 [Black Butterfly] - Nevereverland
The foot stepping on the car’s accelerator was
a little more forceful than usual. The impulse to step on it with all his
strength and the reason as a police officer clashed violently. The brown-haired
detective turned the steering wheel with a confused face.
Getting out of the car and entering the
apartment building, Tim went up to the third floor and stood at the door.
"Jude! Jude, Jude! Answer me if you're
inside, Jude!"
There was no sound coming from inside. He
literally felt like he was going crazy. Tim paced nervously on the floor and
knocked on the door a few more times. The more the door shook as if it was about
to break, the more his fist tingled.
-Tim, I'll get you a new partner soon, so
please do your best until then.
When he went to work as usual this morning,
Tim, who heard what the Chief said, had no choice but to stand puzzled for a
while. After a long time, when he asked what kind of joke he’s playing, the Chief's
face was rather dazed.
-Didn't you hear it? Jude, he said he'd
quit.
When he asked him what he meant by that,
the Chief then said, followed by a completely dumbfounded face.
-He came to my house out of the blue and told
me that, but I said to him that he's going to have to go through some
paperwork, but that's also possible in writing. What did he say; something like
he's going to India for a trip to find himself. I don't know what happened on his
vacation, but he said that nonsense anyway. I was going to ignore him, but he
was a little different from usual. At first, it seemed like a joke that he was
looking for himself, but afterwards, he said seriously that he was really going
to quit. I thought something really happened, so I said yes. Before I could ask
for more details, he smiled and said thank you and left. So of course I…… I
thought he'd tell you in advance.
He couldn't even remember how he answered
after that. He threw away his work and ran out to the apartment like a bee, but
now the door in front of him was frustrating Tim with the silent answers. The
cell phone that he’d called several times is also unresponsive. Tim, once again,
with a face stained with frustration and confusion, opened his mouth to raise
his voice. The moment he raised his hand to knock on the door again, he heard a
curt voice at the end of the hall.
"Ah, it's noisy. There's no one there,
so stop calling him."
It was the janitor at the entrance of the
apartment. Tim quickly turned his head and asked.
"The man who lived here, where did he
go? Do you happen to know?"
"I don't know. A detective lived
there, right? But I know he’s out of the house. He just took a bag that didn't seem to have many things with him and left. I heard him speak to the landlord."
"Like that..."
All strength was drained from his body. He
could feel his legs weakened from this incomprehensible situation. The janitor,
who was looking at Tim with a dejected face, raised his head and said.
"Oh, are you maybe..... Tim or
Tom?"
"Yes? Yes, I'm Timothy Maxwell. My
friends call me Tim, but how do you know that...?"
"He gave me something to give you when
you came. He said maybe you'll be the first to come. Hold on a second, it
should be in the janitor's office."
Tim rushed after him. The old janitor
fumbled through the drawer and soon pulled out a thick envelope and handed it
out to Tim. Tim took the envelope almost like snatching it. On the envelope
face, only Tim’s name was written with a ballpoint pen. Tearing out the seal
flap of the envelope, the contents were not just one or two sheets. The letter papers,
with several pages being folded, were filled with his partner’s torrent of
handwriting. Tim, who was looking through several letters in bewilderment, soon
greeted the janitor half-heartedly and left the apartment.
Sitting in the car, Tim opened the letter
with a slightly trembling hand. At the beginning of the letter, the word "Dear
Tim" was briefly written. The first stroke of the first letter was
slightly stained with a ballpoint pen's congealed ink.
[Uncharacteristically, I've been thinking
about it for a long time. Should I tell Tim the rough situation or should I
just go quietly? If I tell you the truth, Tim will definitely brood over it.
But you know, I've been thinking about it, and I think it's better to tell you.
Because I don't intend to show up in front of Tim again. And if I fly away
without saying anything, won't Tim try to find me with all his might? I don't
want that to happen.]
What do you mean you don't want to
appear in front of me again? His heart sank. What
happened last night crossed his mind like a flash. Why didn't he suspect his
partner who does a lot of things he doesn't usually do. He’s not one to say thank
you or goodbye, almost to the point of rarity. Seeing him walked into his
apartment without saying goodbye or see you tomorrow was a given but the him
yesterday already caused a crack out of his daily life, why did you just blame
it on your feelings? Tim bit his lips and shifted his gaze.
[I don't know where to start. I'll just
briefly tell you why I'm doing this. It's a little ticklish, but let's do it according
to the third person. There's a part where it gets a little confusing when I put
the word “I” in it.
There was a kid. He had a terrible accident
and lost his guardian. He went to an orphanage after his relatives deprived him
of his compensation for the accident. He thought the orphanage is a very
pleasant place, but it wasn't, so the kid ran away. But actually, since then,
there's been something strange about him. How do I put it.... is it called
dissociative identity disorder? But it's a little different from that. At that
time, there was no disconnection or loss of memory when one side was out, and
everyone just hung out together and played. It would be right that there was
some sort of detachment. He couldn't stand the fact that there was no one to
protect him or give him affection. It was a complex and not very good defence
mechanism. That's how two new children came into being.
For your convenience, let's say A and B. A
is strong and aggressive; he is the protector from everything hateful and hostile.
B is a girl, nice, warm, compassionate and cowardly. Roughly speaking, they
were individualized between malice and goodwill…… if you distinguish more childishly,
it can be good and evil. It’s a bit different, but not complicated. Anyway, the
kid got a lot of help from the two friends. He sought affection from them and
he was protected. It's different from 'imaginary friends'. It was so realistic
and..... it wasn't some kind of “strangers” that the kid made, it was a
stronger concept of self-splitting “alter egos.”]
He couldn't understand what he meant right
away. His calm tone, which seemed to convey other people's affairs, didn't seem
to change in the letter, so he had belatedly understood the sentences. The fact
that this out-of-the-box story could have belonged to his partner only come to
mind a few seconds later. Was it because it reminded him of the strange behaviours
he’s been seeing lately? Tim, who was muttering in his mouth to understand the
contents of the letter, quickly turned over the letter.
[So, as a result, there were three
children. The children who ran away from the orphanage, they didn't even know the
hardship that comes after, so what's the difference when they go outside? It
was in the back alley where the children drifted in. They met a man there. As
you can imagine, that guy wasn't such a nice, warm, or decent type of guardian.
The extent of it wasn't even average. You know, the kind of violence and insults
and the likes you’d expect…. well, things like that.
They were always locked up in a small room
except for the time when the man ordered him to work. Then a series of
accidents happened. Conflicts within the children and conflicts between the
children and the man were expressed at the same time..... and A who I just told
you about killed the man, and then killed B who tried to stop him. The other kid
who watched it, the pillar which split A and B, ended up killed A who committed
the murder. To sum up, I'd say there's only one child left in the end….
The problem is, the only real bloody murder
was A killing the man. Murder and conflict between the children all happened in
one body. Do you get what I mean? Tim, the kid killed himself. At the time, he
didn't even know they were him. In fact, even after nearly 20 years, he didn't
know they were him.
The kid ran away. And forgetting his name,
forgetting everything. And he got a new name in a new place, and he started
living up to the name. There may be some people who can't erase their memories
that conveniently, but the oblivion at that time was for survival. If he didn't
forget, he couldn't ask people for help with a normal face. Unless he forgets
the dead kids or sublimates them into beautiful memories, they were going to be too
big a rock to hold. No matter how a little off the top the kid is. The murder
must have been a shock, isn't it funny?
For the child to grow up to be a civil
servant is even funnier. It was a pretty rough ride. In the meantime, some changes
began to take place. Well, I don’t know….. It’s a little hard to pin down.
Maybe it's because he met someone, or maybe it's because he can't stop the rock
from rolling down. Or maybe both of them.]
As if he had really thought hard about it,
the handwriting that had been flowing like water was written with a little
careful pressure. He can see the mark where the ballpoint pen tapped on the
paper a few times. In the next sentence, the writing flew again.
[Critically speaking, Tim. It was a
masterpiece. The civil servant who was living under a new name and the child from
his childhood were temporarily dissociated. That was the final blow. Why did he
do that? I can guess but I can't say it for sure. It's quite difficult to analyse
and explain all of his actions well. I'm going to think about it slowly from
now on. But if I look at it a little bit, roughly........ maybe it's because he
met a prick who kept poking into his affairs, maybe it's because of a faintly
remaining feeling of guilt, or maybe it's because of the child's resistance to
him that wants to forget about it forever. Anyway, the post-ego feels at odds
with the dissociation... it's funny. The civil servant finally tried to dig
into his memory. And he figured it out. Everything. Things he didn't know back
then. All the ugly things that happened in his childhood, and the fact how he eventually
killed himself inside him.
Tim, that girl was right. Jeffrey said the
same thing right. I'm empty. That's quite a lot too. Fear and sympathy, hatred
and love. A lot of it died with the kids. No, it would be more accurate to say
that I killed it with them. I don't blame anyone. Because I did it. I don't
even know how much I can call myself “me”. You're dizzy, aren't you? Me too.
Please don't think it's just a hypothetical thing that happened in my head. It
was real for me; most of all, it was vivid. The kids were real, I didn't even
know they were me until recently.
It wasn't that I didn't think it was
strange. Why do I react a little out of line with others. When people say they are
scared, and when they feel sympathy or compassion, I can't feel anything
special. I can't say that the emotions are completely gone, but it was in a
very pale colour. But soon I stopped thinking. It didn't change even if I
thought about it. And I also vaguely thought I might change someday. If I stay
put in the crowd, one day I might be similar. I think I understand a little bit
finally. Even if I wait, nothing will change. I can't even call it a desirable
thing.]
It felt like he was standing in the middle
of a bad dream. Tim once again bit his lips, unable to form any words. The
sudden surge of sentences that came before him were rapidly conveying the unacceptable
facts. It was too sudden. The unfriendly and cold feeling stickily irritated Tim.
With unshakable handwriting, Tim’s former partner was saying how he seemed out
of place. And he even laid out the unbelievable causes for that. Tim raised his
hand a little spasmodically and covered his mouth.
[The split kid will keep his head out as
long as I remain a cop. As long as I'm still here, that kid will think I'm living
while turning a blind eye to the dead children. I think this is not the right place
for me. As a matter of fact, I don't care, I can ignore it. But the kid is not necessarily
like that. Are you getting confused? You don't really need to. There are three
children, one adult. The adult is me, of course. I'm just playing tug-of-war
with one of the kids who lived. Basically, it's the same, and in fact, now I
don't know if there's a boundary between the two but….. Let's stop, I'm about to
confuse myself.
I wouldn't have had to split that much if
there was someone like Tim next to me back then, would I? Hahaha.]
Tim's eyes were contorted. I wouldn't
have had to be that divided if there was only someone like Tim with me. The
handwriting that was written as if with no significance smelled of regret that
was so faint if it was not perceived properly. Tim shook his head a few times feeling
like he’s swimming in the midst of chaos.
[I don't think I'll ever show up in front
of you again. What I said to the Chief is not completely wrong either. The
world is big and we have a lot of time ahead, so we might meet again by chance
someday. I will avoid such a situation as much as I can. That would be better
for Tim. Yeah, it's dogmatic, I admit it.
I thought I'd meet you and talk to you once,
but then I wasn't sure if Tim would let me go nicely. Tim is a good person.
Sometimes it's better not to have a face-to-face conversation. It might be rude
of me to unilaterally cut you off like this, but that's all I can think of
right now.
It's okay to be angry; I’m this kind of person
so just forget about me. It's just that I'm the weird case, so Tim doesn't have
to worry about me or doubt people because of me. It's hard because I know
you'll be troubled even if I say it like this.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry that this apology
didn't feel desperate enough too. At least I wanted to say this to you. I owe Tim
too much. And Tim was a fascinating person, and people can feel - especially
someone who could be dangerous - and avoided those who are fundamentally
different from themselves. It's not that it’s rational; it's kind of like how
animals smell it. So there were very few people who have ever approached me.
I'm sure your first impression of me is not appealing enough to neutralize that
sense of incongruity, isn’t it? But Tim didn't do that, so I thought it was
amazing. A rare philanthropist, I suppose. But it's true that I didn't hate it.
That's why I'm leaving this to Tim. You can dispose of it no matter how. I
don't mind if you hand it over to Jeffrey.
I'm thinking about getting out of New York
for now. There are a whole lot of subtle and prickly things to me left here…. I
could have gotten rid of at least one. Anyway, um, Tim. Take care. Meet a
better girl than Rita, have beautiful children, and live well. If it's Tim, you
can double as a good dad and a good husband. Just bury the name Jude Green. If you
don't see me as time goes by, you will gradually forget me. There's a saying,
there's no feeling in the world that will last forever, so if you know it, you
can get peace in your mind. So, um.
Goodbye, Tim.
-Jude Green.]
The letter was giving a brief farewell. Tim
rummaged through the letter for a moment like a lost person. The message from
the letter was clear. Story of his childhood, dissociation, and the fact that
he will never come back to him again. It felt like his brain was jumbled up and
flowed like a mush. He couldn't organize what was what right away. He was so befuddled
that the car window seemed to melt in his eyes. The shock, which came
unannounced, left his body all tangled up. No, it wasn't without notice. Tim spits
out something like a curse to himself. He did think it was strange, and he
definitely sensed that it was strange.
Loss and confusion and other unknown
debris were mixed up in a turbid mixture. Tim lay down in the driver's seat pinching
his suddenly throbbing head. The shock of what he once said to him when he was
drunk came to reality and made Tim devastated.
-You, I thought you might just evaporate
one day.
The loss was unfamiliar to the young detective.
Something seemed to spring up when he remembered the letter clearly stating
that his partner who had always sat in the passenger seat was not coming back.
You want me to meet a better girl than Rita and have a beautiful baby and live
a better life? Just bury the name Jude Green? Time will take care of that? -Bang!
Tim punched the steering wheel hard with his fist. Feeling of guilt and sadness
made him choke more than the anger he felt at the moment. He thought he was
different from ordinary people, but he didn't think that would be a problem. And
no matter what he says, he never meant to push him away - Even if he had finally
told him in this letter now, he has no intention of looking at it with contempt.
He could've helped him somehow if he had asked for help.
-No, maybe that's why he left more letters.
Tim thought so with a blurry vision. Tim is a good person. It’s almost
like he heard his voice mixed with lazy laughter. He hasn't fully understood
the stories that he wrote in the letter yet, but he could tell for sure that he
doesn't intend to come back as he emphasizes in every part of the letter. A
drop of water fell with a flick on the steering wheel.
It was early in the morning, and the sun was shining brightly. The brown-haired detective held the letter in his car and commemorated the rude loss in a way similar to that of average people, but slightly harsher than normal.
😭😭 this is so sad poor Tim 😢 if someone i really care about suddenly disappeared it definitely would hurt and there is just one Chapter left idt i can read it now i will read it later thank you for your hard work ❤️
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome 💐 It's okay take your time 😭 I cried a few times too when I was translating this 😭
DeleteI suddenly felt sad for Tim…
ReplyDeleteI hope he’ll move on.
Thank you.
I get Tim's heartbreak. I honestly don't think is romantic in any way. It's just the heartbreak that he would feel when finding out his good friend had problems he was facing and he just wanted to help him in which way he could. It probably makes him feel even worse that Jude chose to confront everything on his own, as if he didn't trust Tim. He keeps saying Tim is a good person, but it's repeated so much it starts sounding like it's a bad thing. Which it is to Tim right then, bc his good person self didn't intrude into his friend's life to ask more when he felt something wasn't right.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I think the feelings Tim is experiencing are plenty and complex, but not romantic. Just friendship. I do accept that I could be wrong tho so I'm happy to hear any other opinions.
Losing a friend is just as hard as losing a lover tho. Just as heartbreaking and makes you feel very very incompetent. As if you couldn't help them even if that's all you wanted to. Poor Tim. Jde really shouldn't have broken their friendship, even tho I get he did it bc he's a criminal (he killed the man who abused him and his alter egos in that house) so he wanted to spare Tim the conundrum of being friends over being a good civil servant. But that's something that should have been left to Tim.
Ah, sorry for my always long comments. I really like this book so that's why I'm more invested in commenting on things that I don't really agree with.
FRUCK, that whole letter hurt my soul. It's so bittersweet that Jude confesses to Tim about his past, and the line about if he had a friend like Tim back then, his childhood would've been happier, MY HEART. I also think Tim must be in so much pain, because his best friend and partner just disappeared from his life, not even giving him a chance to reach out to him.
ReplyDelete:'(
ReplyDeleteI honestly wasn't Jude to heal and have a happy life somehow. Tim was a great bro, a real one