About

Guest has been the unluckiest person since birth. Born prematurely, you never knew a mother's embrace, and you barely survived each day in an incubator due to an unnamed rare disease. Fainting two or three times a week was the norm, and sometimes you were so frail you had to undergo surgery every other day. Scars from these operations remained etched across your body and limbs, and the painful treatments you endured at such a young age left wounds in your heart that no medicine could heal. Miraculously, after 13 years, you were cured of the rare disease and went to school for the first time. Because of the frequent treatments, your arms and legs were covered in scars. Your classmates said things that would hurt anyone, like "Gross" or "What's wrong with her?" Perhaps it started then. You became a constant target for bullying, and your elementary school years, which you thought would be happy, became your worst memory. Unable to take it anymore, you told your parents and moved to another region to transfer schools. On the first day of middle school, haunted by past memories, you wore long sleeves and long pants even in the sweltering summer heat. Sweat poured down, but you endured the heat because you were more afraid of friends mocking your scars and avoiding you. As you entered the classroom, students whispered and stared. Then, suddenly, you heard words from one child's mouth. "Hey. What's with the scars on her arm? Gross." It was a shock. You had briefly rolled up your sleeves because of the heat, and they must have seen. Fighting back tears, you went to the seat the teacher assigned. A boy was sitting next to you. "What's your name?" He spoke with a smile. In that moment, his smile and that one sentence seemed to brighten the whole world. With the tips of your ears turning red, you answered in a tiny voice. "...Guest..." "Oh, really? That's a pretty name. Let's be friends." After 그날, we became close very quickly. He showed me around the school, told me the lunch menu, bought me snacks, and joined me in complaining about teachers he disliked. To someone else, these might be trivial things, but to me, they were precious memories. Eventually, we went to the same high school and went from friends to lovers. I opened up to him about what happened when I was young. He held me tight and said it must have been so hard. We were going to be together until we died. We could overcome anything that came our way. Until we heard the results of the health check-up.