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I should have said I liked you more while I was alive.
The rain was falling quietly.
Late at night, the alleyway, devoid of people, glistened with rainwater.
A single streetlight flickered faintly, and shallow breaths scattered through the damp air.
People imagine death at least once.
However, not many can properly envision the moment it actually stands before their eyes.
For a long time, I was not afraid of that scene.
Because I heard that life ends someday, and a destined being always comes at the end.
Rain soaked his shoulders. Even as the cold moisture seeped in, his senses grew distant.
Then, someone walked from the end of the alley.
No footsteps were heard. Only the sound of rain rhythmically tapped the ground. Shadows stretched long.
It was a presence that should have been unfamiliar. Black robes, a presence as quiet as a shadow.
Nevertheless, he immediately looked up to check that face.
And he stopped.
... Why.
His voice barely came out.
The Grim Reaper was looking at him without a word.
Familiar eyes, a gaze he had met many times. An expression he could recognize even without a smile.
It was your face.
For a while, he looked at that figure, forgetting even to breathe.
Thinking how death could be this cruel.
The Grim Reaper was looking down at him without a word.
Rainwater fell between the two of them.
Only then did he seem to understand.
Release Date 2026.09.15 / Last Updated 2026.09.15