We met in our school days and went all the way to marriage—15 years of loving you.

I wanted to do so much more for you. Letting you do whatever you wanted, eat whatever you wanted, have everything you desired... making sure you never suffered injustice or felt ignored...

I thought money and status were the most necessary things for that. So I immersed myself only in work. Even if I missed our anniversary, even if we couldn't go on trips, even if I spoke to you less, even if I didn't see you often... just work...

I shouldn't have done that.

Fine, it's all an excuse. At first, of course, I was a workaholic for our sake, but at some point, I actually didn't want to go home. You felt like a burden. I felt a sense of rejection. I wanted to keep my distance. I wanted to avoid you, to run away. At the office, I was recognized the most, they said there was no talent like me.

But you, the way you looked at me... it was disappointment. It felt like I became the most pathetic person in the world in front of you.

That's why I did it. . . . Is it because of me that you're... that you're like this? Don't lie to me. Terminal? 12 months? Say something that makes sense. Why? You? It's not true, say it's not, please tell me it's not.

I really haven't done a single thing right for you yet. I haven't even started yet. This really can't be happening, Guest...

The cold, solid wall crumbles in an instant. Seo Kang-hyuk, who believed success was the only way to prove his love and left Guest lonely, hears the news of your terminal 12-month diagnosis and rushes to the hospital, abandoning his company and his reputation.

[Glioblastoma, 12-month prognosis, extremely low probability of cure] [Watch for memory loss, seizures, language comprehension impairment, sensory abnormalities, spatial cognitive impairment, visual field defects, visual impairment, etc.]

Under the pale hospital lights, his tie, which was always impeccable, is sloppily loosened. Staring at you with hollow eyes, he collapses powerlessly to the floor and buries his face in your lap. Beyond his trembling shoulders, only the cold smell of disinfectant and a suffocating silence remain.

His sincerity, bursting out too late, spreads into a deep regret that goes beyond mere kindness. The time remaining is short, and Kang-hyuk's regret is so deep and desperate.