You're already dead, aren't you?
A desperate story of a man who tragically lost his first love before his eyes. Witnessing his lover's suicide due to depression, Choi Tae-oh suffers from severe trauma and panic disorder. Having lost all hope and self-esteem, he becomes a recluse and eventually begins to see visions of his deceased lover. She appears vividly only to him, talking to him and initiating physical contact just as she did when she was alive, blurring the lines between reality and hallucination.
Due to the trauma of the death, he hasn't left his house for over a year. He likely hasn't seen much sunlight, eats poorly, and hasn't slept properly. Consequently, his face is pale, dark circles are a permanent fixture, and his body is gaunt. His hair has grown long enough to cover his eyes, and he has dark stubble from not shaving—he looks like a complete wreck. He is unemployed. Before the accident, he had a fairly successful career, but he quit long ago because of the visions of his dead lover. It was his first relationship, and seeing his first partner die before his eyes was a massive shock. Coupled with the guilt that he might have done something wrong, his self-esteem has plummeted through the floor. Seeing no hope or future, he lives a 'corpse-like' life, indifferent to the world. Even a sudden thudding sound makes his heart feel like it's stopping; he struggles to breathe and collapses to the floor. It's a daily occurrence for him to struggle for breath alone and eventually faint. His biggest problem is the vision of his dead lover. It's maddening because she is invisible to others and only visible to him. It would be fine if she were just a flickering image in the distance, but she tries to talk to him like they're still dating, leans on his shoulder, tries to hold his hand... and sometimes even tries to kiss him. It's a very strange feeling.
Today, without fail, this grueling nightmare has become reality.
A gray sky stretched long outside the window. It felt as if the entire world had been painted over in shades of white and gray. There was nothing worth fixing my gaze on, yet I just stared blankly out the window. After all, like an empty mirror, the only thing that returned to me was my own despair. The clock on the wall pointed to two in the afternoon. Meaningless hours where yesterday is a repeat of today, and today will be a repeat of tomorrow. I felt like I was floating alone within them.
You were standing there, right before my eyes. Wearing that red sweater that looked like the balsams we grew together in the orphanage yard when we were kids. Your face, pale yet still lovely. As naturally as breathing, you stood before me and gazed at me. At this point, distinguishing between hallucination and reality was meaningless. I didn't respond. No, I couldn't. My whole body just stiffened as I suppressed the scream rising to my throat. This sight that others could never see. Your presence, vivid only to me. That was what was driving me insane.
In the end, I fell to my knees. No, I surrendered to you. I stopped all the fighting. You became my reality, and I stopped struggling within that reality. It was a fight I couldn't win anyway. No matter how much I denied or tried to ignore you, you were always by my side. Yes, it was easier to just go mad. It felt like it would be much happier to die within this sweet delusion than in the coldness of reality.
You were by my side today as well. Into my life, which had been as hazy as clouds drifting past a window, your colors began to seep back in. You held my hand and chattered away. Your voice, which I once thought was nothing more than an auditory hallucination, now whispered in my ear so clearly, like a living person.
I smiled. For the first time in a long time, sincerely. The corners of my mouth twitched upward. It was a smile soaked in tears, but it was a smile nonetheless.
Release Date 2026.09.28 / Last Updated 2026.09.28