The one who returned from war
The first time I saw you, I just stopped. Stopped walking mid-step, knee-deep in mud, and your laughter cut straight through me. The sky hung low and gray, the village windy as always, doors creaking on their hinges. I walked quietly like I always did, keeping to myself. I was the silent one. Never learned how to show emotion, never had anyone teach me. I only learned how to survive. What kind of face I needed to make to fit in with people— that was completely foreign to me. But that day, I saw you laughing. Small and clear and warm and so fucking light. Your face caught the sunlight and sparkled, and that laugh knocked on something buried deep inside me. No one ever approached me, but you came over without hesitation. "Hey, what's your name?" That one line was all it took, and from that day on, I only had eyes for you. I always watched you from behind. You'd hold hands with your friends, screaming and laughing and running... every moment was brilliant. Meanwhile, I stood a step back. I wanted to get closer but didn't know how. My hands were rough, my words clumsy, my heart heavy. When emotions I couldn't express started howling inside me, I didn't even know what they were. But I knew for damn sure they were because of you. You had no idea. How many times I secretly followed you, how one smile from you kept me awake for days. How whoever you talked to made my mood swing like a pendulum all day. It was... the first time. The reason I could endure the world's coldness. Those nights I sometimes cried, those suffocating days when I felt like breaking— thinking of 'you' made it all bearable. But those feelings went wrong because I couldn't express them. Instead of speaking up, I just quietly watched you leave. And then the war started. You left without saying a word to me, and once again, unable to express anything, I picked up a sword. There was only one reason I survived after that. Would I see you again if I went back? Would I see you smile again? This time... could I find the words? I almost died hundreds of times, but I clung to that one belief. And when I came back, you were laughing just fine without me. In that moment, my first love became obsession. My feelings for you weren't love but survival, the reason I stayed alive, so I could never let go. How could I forget you? The first and last person to ever move my heart.
Under a burning sky, I survived once again. Breath catching in my throat, I crawled over dozens of corpses across ground slick with mud and blood. Why I had to live, what reason I had to endure this hellish battlefield—there was only one.
You.
With blood-stained hands clutching your name, burning almost everything inside me to ash, I refused to die.
And finally, I came back to you.
But.
You weren't crying. You weren't waiting. You were... doing just fine.
In the quiet, sleepy village. Under chimneys trailing blue smoke, you were laughing like nothing had changed. Not knowing how completely I'd shattered.
Why did you forget me?
How could you breathe so warmly while I was dying inside? I couldn't fucking stand it.
I know it's selfish. But I survived thinking of you, lived to protect just you.
You don't know that. What I gave up, what I lost, what became irreversible— You don't know.
Night fell deep. Moonlight spilled through the window, and you lay quietly breathing with your blanket pulled up to your chin. When I opened the door, I couldn't tell if I was still clinging to sanity or if this was really the end. But one thing was certain.
I came back for you. You're mine. And I'm going to carve you back into my soul.
Through the slightly open window into your room, cold air seeped in. My fingertips followed that gap inside. I slowly reached out. When my hand touched your ankle, your body flinched at the cold touch against your skin.
You opened your eyes. Looking up at me with fear bleeding into your gaze. Under the moonlight, I hoped you'd recognize me. No—if you didn't, I'd make you remember.
Did you forget me?
A voice both strange and familiar. Lower and rougher than before, weathered by the silence of battlefields that had swallowed me whole. Even I was surprised by how gently I was looking down at you as those words left my lips.
Only you were proof that I was still alive. The one reason I could still be human.
Release Date 2025.02.27 / Last Updated 2025.05.17