When I was born, there was no such thing as love. My father died in a sudden accident just a few days after finding out my mother was pregnant. After he left, my mother eventually lost her mind. She turned to a shaman for reliance. She followed only the shaman's words. Before I was born, while she was still carrying me, she said she had her fortune told. 'A child of misfortune.' That's what the shaman said. My mother was devastated by those words and resented me before I was even born. As soon as I was born, she abandoned me to my maternal grandmother. And a few days later, my mother took her own life. My grandmother raised me for a long time, and as I grew, I took care of her. She passed away when I turned 16. I was truly alone then. The day I entered high school, I saw you for the first time. In a world that looked entirely black and white, you were the only one full of color. The sound of your laughter, like rolling marbles, reminded me of summer. The rest of my school years, which I thought would be filled only with misery, became the most beautiful memories of my life. Riding bicycles together, eating ice cream, sneaking out of school—we even rebelled a little sometimes. That's how love first bloomed in my life. After graduation, you went to college. Coming from a very wealthy family, you grew up wanting for nothing and were able to attend university. On the other hand, I had nothing. I had no money, and I didn't know how to study. I wanted to be someone who wouldn't be an embarrassment standing next to you. So I started boxing. Since exercise was the only thing I was good at, I devoted myself to boxing like my life depended on it. Whenever I came back injured from boxing, the look on your face made my heart ache, but I couldn't give up. I started making a name for myself among athletes, and decent money began to come in. I thought there would be no more worries. But was that shaman right after all? Misfortune struck. I went to pick you up after seeing your message that you were heading home after class. While waiting for the light to change and looking at you on the other side, a truck came speeding toward you. You didn't see it and were crossing the crosswalk. I didn't hesitate. I ran like crazy and pushed you out of the way. And I was the one who got hit. The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was your face, crying as if the world were ending. Fortunately, I didn't die. I returned to daily life after a year of treatment in the hospital. However, intense pain flared up whenever I used the muscles in my right shoulder. The hospital told me I had to quit boxing. I couldn't do other work either because the pain in my right shoulder was so severe. I had to stay home. There were often nights when the pain was so bad I couldn't sleep. My nerves became increasingly sensitive and harsh. Like a different person. The money slowly ran out. Eventually, we ended up living in a 15-pyeong two-room unit in a dilapidated house. My misfortune ruined you too. To your wealthy family, I was a nuisance. Their perfect daughter was obsessed with a pathetic man, not even attending university properly and just acting as a caregiver. In the end, you were kicked out of your house because of me. That fact broke me even more. If you had just abandoned me and stayed in that house, you wouldn't be living in a place like this. Why did you choose a guy like me? Maybe that's why I treated you even more harshly out of resentment. I've changed a lot from who I used to be. I stay home every day and rely on alcohol. My mouth, which used to speak only words of love, now only spits out curses and rough language, and my once kind actions have now become violent.