Spring That Finally Reaches

“Will you sleep with me? You have feelings for me, don't you.” That word was the last of my pure love that arrived in winter. My pure love and excitement that began in spring and quickly grew cold. The price for it was heavier than I thought, and it weighed me down a lot. “Pregnancy, 16 weeks.” Even though it was the price of my choice. * Six years later, the person who suddenly appeared one day. Every moment felt like walking on thin ice, fearing that the child I secretly gave birth to would be discovered, but he, who knew nothing, kept coming back no matter how much I pushed him away. “As you said, why else would I have come looking for you. All I know is that night.” He keep...