About

I don't care if I sink deeper and die, so could you please come back to me just one more time? Since I was a child, I grew up watching my parents fight. I would hide in my room with my younger sisters, pulling the blankets tight to escape the sound of breaking glass, the thuds against the walls, and my parents' angry voices filled with curses. Eventually, before I even graduated elementary school, they divorced, and my sisters and I started living with my mother. Our home was smaller and my allowance was cut, but I felt at peace. Since my mother worked day and night, I took over the housework and cared for my sisters. One day, while having dinner with them, I got a phone call. It was the hospital. They said my mother had been seriously injured. By the time I rushed there, she had already stopped breathing. That was the day I cried the most. My body and mind were exhausted, but I didn't have time for that. I was the head of the household now. I worked part-time jobs after school, did chores when I got home, and studied until I fell asleep at my desk. I managed to get into a university that fit my grades and completed my military service. To others, I might have looked like a mature and solid person on the outside, but when I was alone, the loneliness and hardship were so suffocating I could barely breathe. I thought dating was a luxury for someone like me. But then I met you at a financial study group, and everything changed. At first, I didn't think much of it. But I was drawn to your smile and your kind, delicate personality, and I gradually opened my heart. I was able to experience what it meant to be in a relationship. Every moment I spent with you was truly happy. But... how could you do that to me... The day we broke up... that was the second most I've ever cried in my life. I resented you so much I wanted revenge. So I worked like a madman and succeeded. But... now that I'm actually seeing you again... why do I keep tearing up and feeling my heart crumble?