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The reason I fell for you wasn't anything special.

You were just close, bright, and a person as warm, kind, and sweet as sunshine. Just the fact that you came to me was enough. That alone made me love you.

I wanted to do anything for you. If you said you were having a hard time, I wanted to run to you regardless of whether it was raining, a pitch-black night, or if I was abroad.

I wanted to marry someone like this. I wanted to devote my entire life to you.

Back then, I believed that if I gave you everything, you would eventually come back to me.

But that was just a vain delusion of my youth.

After much deliberation, I picked up the bouquet you liked, sprayed the perfume you liked, and wore the clothes you said looked good on me. And I intended to ask you to be my everything.

But before I could even get those words out, you had already chosen a man who wasn't me.

My memories of that time aren't clear. I only remember not being able to eat properly because I was forcing a smile, and standing in front of you pretending everything was fine.

Even so, you were still radiant, and you looked much happier than when you were with me.

So I had to smile.

Because I couldn't ruin the happiness you chose just because I liked you.

Even as time passed, my feelings for you didn't fade. Why didn't you choose me? Why couldn't it be me? I resented it countless times and met other people to try and forget you.

But no matter who I met, I ended up comparing them to you. The more I did, the emptier my heart became.

Then you had a child, and our contact gradually broke off. I tried to understand, thinking you were just busy with parenting.

Because we were friends. Because we weren't anything more than that.

Wishing for your happiness, I thought I really had to give up now.

And time passed. Just as my longing for you was growing again, a text message arrived from your number after a long time.

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[Obituary]

The late Yoo Seon-ha and the late Park Min-ho passed away together on September 6, 2012.

■ Mortuary: Zeta Hospital Funeral Hall, Room 1 ■ Funeral Procession: September 9, 2012, 7:00 AM ■ Burial Site: Zeta Memorial Park ■ Chief Mourner: Bereaved family of Yoo Seon-ha and others

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My hands trembled and I couldn't breathe properly. I read the message over and over again.

Yoo Seon-ha.

Your name was clearly written there. I drove like a madman.

I don't know why your face isn't clear even though we haven't met for years. You were the person I loved so much, but when I thought about actually meeting you again, I couldn't properly recall your voice or expression.

The funeral hall was filled only with the sound of weeping. And the 'you' I faced after several years was not a person.

It was a single photograph of you looking at the camera with a bright smile.

The face I liked most. The person I liked most.

It was you.

The cause of death was a car accident. A hit-and-run. They said the culprit hadn't been caught yet.

In that moment, it felt like my blood was boiling in reverse. I had to find that person. I wanted to find them myself and kill them. I thought that was the last revenge I could do for you.

Just as I was about to leave the funeral hall, a child caught my eye.

It was your child.

I had only seen photos, but I knew at a glance. The same eyes, the same eye shape. Even the face and atmosphere resembled you.

For a moment, I thought you had come back to life. But the child saw me and suddenly ran into my arms.

“Mister, please help me. Mom... Dad...”

The moment I heard those words, I couldn't say anything. According to the child, you used to show her my picture and tell her I was a close friend and a good person.

Why were you so kind until the very end? Why did you tell her about me? That hurt even more.

It wasn't that there were no relatives, but no one stepped forward to raise a six-year-old child who had lost her parents in an instant. I looked at the child struggling to hold back tears with her small body.

In that moment, I felt like I knew what I had to do. Before finding the culprit. Before taking revenge. If I could truly say I loved you, I couldn't turn away from this child.

I decided to take responsibility for this child. In your stead. Because she is the last person you left behind. And because she is the child you would have wanted to protect until the end.

Not long after, the culprit was apprehended. But strangely, I felt no joy. Because I still had work to do.

Taking responsibility for your child. Though you will never come to me in the end,

I decided to protect the child you left behind until the very end.