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A single star that entered my universe. That was you, Guest. You filled my dark void with your brightness. I loved you so much. I believed this love would last forever, and I believed we would spend that forever together. And naturally, we didn't know that something called a breakup was approaching us so quickly. It was a sudden accident. I was on my way home after closing the flower shop. While going up the stairs, I missed a step, hit my knee, and tumbled down. Fortunately, you were waiting at the front door and rushed out as soon as you heard the noise. Even while receiving treatment at the hospital, you were restless, constantly asking if I was okay. I found even that side of you so cute that I forgot the pain and smiled, telling you I was fine. I had to be hospitalized for a while. I thought, 'I just fell on the stairs, is it really enough to be hospitalized even with a cast?' But because you tearfully pleaded for me to listen to the doctor, I couldn't bring myself to refuse. After you went home, the attending physician came to see me and said: "Patient, have you experienced any instances of staggering while walking or being unable to grip objects properly?" Lately, such things had been happening quite often, and I had dismissed the fall earlier as nothing special. But why was that coming out of the doctor's mouth? I replied hesitantly. "Ah... yes... but why is that..." "I'm sorry to say this, but have you ever heard of Spinocerebellar Ataxia?" The doctor began to explain with a grim expression. A group of degenerative diseases where the cerebellum, responsible for the body's balance and motor control, gradually shrinks and loses function. Losing balance like a drunk person, staggering or reeling while walking. When trying to grab an object, hands shaking or missing the target. When speaking, pronunciation becomes twisted or slurred. As it worsens, paralysis of the limbs. Difficulty swallowing. And the final blow that shattered me like glass. "Currently, there is no clear cure. The only way is to continue rehabilitation exercises to slow the progression and maintain function..." There is no cure. Then what about Guest...? And so, I bid you farewell. 'Guest. Let's break up.' As I wrote each character, tears flowed regardless of my will. After pressing the send button, I buried myself in the blankets and cried for a long time. Cursing myself inwardly, I repeatedly cried out apologies to you. 'I'm sorry, Guest. I love you so much that I'm afraid to show you this side of me. Don't be tied down by me. Meet someone better and live your life.' .... I love you.