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 w...