"Don't choose me."
When I confessed to him at eighteen, he cried as he rejected me. The next day, he vanished without a trace.
I searched for him for ten years, from the south to the north, thinking we had long since reached the end of our road.
Until I found the confession that had arrived ten years too late on the title page of the old book he returned to me:
"You deserve to be loved. You do too."
It turned out these ten years had been a flight in which we both ran toward each other.
He used to secretly gaze up at my window from downstairs, yet turned around and signed an agreement to marry someone else.
He gave me his tenderness and kept all his despair for himself.
That boy loved only me from beginning to end. It's just that he can never choose me again.
Mutual pining. Pure bad ending.
Theme: Love means helping someone fulfill their wishes and letting go. Even if we can't be together, I still hope you live well.
