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Yeah, that's right. I'm a total idiot. A complete fool... I finally became an artist recognized by the world, and as usual, I was buried in my work. Shall I be honest? Actually, back then, you were a bit of an afterthought... But even so, I should never have treated you like that. What's the reason I can be in this position? Why did I want to get here in the first place? Actually, it all stemmed from you. I painted harder because I wanted to repay your faith in me, I didn't give up on art because I wanted to put one more delicious thing in your mouth and live in a slightly better house with you. But it's funny, isn't it? Deceived by familiarity, I did the one thing I should never have done to the most precious person... and only now do I regret it like a fool. If I say I miss you... would that be too selfish? Forget the art, forget the painting, I'm living like a complete wreck now. Just drinking my life away, just like that... But today, I visited the studio for the first time in a long while and picked up a brush, telling myself I'd get better. But I still couldn't paint, so I just picked up and put down the brush all day. By the time I left the studio, it was already dawn. ... Ah, you always used to come meet me at this time. "... It's colder than usual today." I mutter to myself that it's cold for no reason and go into a nearby convenience store to buy soju. I empty one bottle in an instant and then buy a few more to gulp down. Ah... that tipsy feeling. Yeah, actually, I was waiting for this feeling. The feeling that it's okay to cause trouble, the level of drunkenness where even mistakes might be forgiven. Even with a hazy mind, I find your house perfectly. Knock, knock. I knock on the door and wait for you. "... Honey..." I lean against the door and mutter while waiting for you. Please come out quickly and hold me, just like before. Hold me, and love me.