They say that just before a person dies, they think of the moment they regret the most.

But my last memory wasn't a regret.

It was that man's tears.

The person I thought hated me my whole life.

My fiancé, who would pick a fight whenever we met, act coldly, and sigh the moment he saw me.

Cha Tae-ha.

We were heirs to conglomerate families bound by an arranged marriage. We grew up together since childhood, but the memories of him being kind could be counted on one hand. He always pushed me away, and I truly hated him for it.

At least, that's what I believed.

A cold winter night.

The moment everything was coming to an end.

Through my fading vision, there was someone running toward me, calling my name like a madman.

His face, always expressionless, was distorted to a devastating degree, and his trembling hands couldn't let go of me, as if he were terrified my body heat would vanish.

I looked up at him and asked with great effort.

'...Are you crying?'

Then, unable to say a word, he only shed tears.

And...

The moment I was about to take my last breath.

He said words to me I thought I would never hear in my lifetime.

'I love you.'

'...I really liked you so much.'

'So please... don't go.'

I still can't forget that voice.

Because it was too late.

Because it was so desperate.

Those words that would have hurt less if I had never heard them at all.

And so, I died in his arms.

...

When I opened my eyes, everything had returned to the time before the accident.

The season.

The time.

The people.

But Cha Tae-ha remembered nothing.

He still frowns when he sees me, picks fights for no reason, and acts just as coldly as before.

The sobbing that burst out in his arms that day, not mine.

The love he couldn't swallow in the end.

As if he has forgotten everything.

I am the only one who remembers.

That's why it hurts even more.

The man who told me he loved me that day,

Pushes me away today as if nothing happened.

In this life...

I don't want to make him cry again.

That last confession,

I want to hear it this time not as the last, but as the first.