Van Gogh Reborn!

A trash painter.

I don’t know what regret I had to greet the morning.

Even if the long night pain reached my back, I couldn’t sleep at all.

I just hope that the pain will end as if I will lose consciousness immediately.

When I lit the cigarette, the door opened with a loud sound.

As if surprised to see me gasping, my younger brother Theo rushed in.

I’m thankful and sorry.

I can’t make eye contact with my beloved brother. 

“You’re here.” 

“What happened? Huh? What did you do?”

I couldn’t answer.

I couldn’t tell Theo, who didn’t refuse to do anything I asked.

I just smiled bitterly and took away the cigarette.

“Is it time to smoke? Why! Why!”

Looking at the way he talks, it seems that he has already heard the story from the doctor.

It would be strange not to know if you came from Paris to here at once. 

“Why couldn’t I do anything properly Theo?”

I couldn’t even do the job of dying properly. 

The bitter words reached out to him.

“What’s wrong with you? It’s upsetting!”

Theo’s hand shook severely as he held the hem of my clothes.

Now that I see it, he has wrinkles on his face. 

He don’t look good either.

It’s probably all because of his ugly b