You Are the Regret I Love the Most

Despair blooms like a flower, and happiness withers like one, or so they say. The ending of her decade-long unrequited love was horrifyingly cruel.

“I’ve fallen in love with someone. So, I was wondering… could you play the piano when she walks down the aisle?”

Still, because she loved him, she sincerely tried to celebrate his happiness—at least until two days before the wedding, when the devastating news of his bride’s sudden death arrived.

“I could barely breathe, but when I saw you, it felt like I could finally catch my breath.”

Her love was, in some way, deranged. The moment it became evident that he needed her, she recklessly pulled him into an embrace by his nape. On that day, her withered, unrequited love finally began to bud.

“Stay by my side. Whatever you want, I’ll give it all to you.”
“…Can you really give me everything?”
“On my name, I swear.”
“I don’t need a vow on your name. Perhaps… your soul would suffice.”
“…Alright. I swear. I’ll give you my soul.”

Arrogance filled her, convincing her that he would inevitably come to love her. As she rose onto her tiptoes, his shadow engulfed her, and his body pressed against hers.