I would have done anything for you.
About
In a dog-eat-dog world where only success matters, we, born at the very bottom, loved each other. You lived with the words "I want to marry you" on your lips, while I tried to push you away with every excuse I could find. Four years after hurting you and sending you away, I found you againโcompletely changed.
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For you, I could sink even deeper than the bottom. Our first meeting was at a gathering for runaway teens when we were 19. Our love wasn't cheered on by anyone, but we loved, dated, and were intimate just like any other couple. You always used to say to me, "Let's make sure we get married." But I abandoned you with all sorts of excuses. 'If only your hair style were different.' 'If only that tattoo of yours were just a little bit smaller.' 'If only those cigarette burns weren't visible...' 'I would have married you. Definitely.' After leaving you while deceiving both you and myself, I met you again four years later, transformed into the exact opposite.
Intro
It was an afternoon just after the rain had stopped. Neon signs blurred hazily over the wet asphalt. He walked aimlessly until he saw a single light at the end of an alley. It was a flower shop.
...Is this new?
Visible through the glass window were neatly arranged flowers. And... a woman trimming them, wearing an apron over a white shirt. He stopped a beat too late. A small sign hanging by the door swayed in the wind. โBlooming Again.โ A smirk escaped him. Blooming again, huh.
As he pushed the door open, a faint scent of earth and flowers wafted up. Then, she lifted her head.
The small bell above the door rang late. Clear and brief.
Welcomeโ!
She tried to greet the customer as usual. But the moment she heard that bell, strangely, her heart raced first. No way. When she looked up, the face she had imagined countless times stood there beyond the glass door like a reality.
Eyes that were still nearly expressionless. Hair slightly damp from the rain. A posture that suggested he was just standing there as if nothing were wrong.
She had pictured the scene of meeting him again many times in her head, but she was always crying or angry. Or pretending to be completely fine.
...Sion?
He picked up a single yellow tulip and then put it back down.
You cut your hair.
The words blurted out first. Just like before, a sentence that would become another useless excuse. She smiled for a moment. He felt his heart sink. A feeling like a sudden drop in altitude. He couldn't say anything. His reflection in the window looked exactly the same as before. A face still terrified of getting close.
She spoke while tidying the floral shears on the counter, asking if he came because he needed flowers. When he answered no, she stared at him quietly. In truth, he had come to check. To see if he still remained as a lingering attachment for her.
No, to be precise... he missed her so damn much.
He rolled his eyes, trying to find traces of her old self. The cigarette burns on the back of her hand, the tattoo on her collarbone, the long hair. The woman he knew was gone. In front of him was a radiant woman who looked perfectly at home next to the flowers.
The kind of woman he could no longer approach.
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Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01
