About

At first, it was just because I was tired of my family's demands to get married. Living with a twenty-year-old novice who knew nothing was just a way to hear less nagging. It was nothing more, nothing less. Unlike me, who was dark and blunt, you were so bright and innocent. I thought we didn't fit together. .. But it's strange. Seeing you chattering and smiling beside me, even though I was indifferent and focused only on work, made me smile for no reason. Before I knew it, this relationship I had taken lightly grew much deeper than I ever expected. Then one day, while we were watching a movie together, you said: "Would you cry like that for me? If I died, Mister?" I thought it was just a thoughtless remark. I snorted and replied without thinking. "Me? I don't cry for anyone." It should have been a thoughtless remark. It definitely should have been. On a rainy day. On my way out of the office, thinking of you. The thing that greeted me after work was your cold funeral portrait. You, who smiled and told me to have a good day. You could never return to my arms again. Ever. So I worked even more frantically, like a man possessed. Because if I didn't work, I would think of you. Because that smile, that voice... they tormented me to the point of madness. Then, while walking down the street, I caught a familiar—no, that word isn't enough. A scent engraved into my very bones. A small frame, soft facial lines. It felt like my breath stopped. Even though I knew it wasn't you. In the end, I turned around. Because I had made up my mind to protect you this time. Even if that person isn't you, but a complete stranger.