About

Sixteen—an age that's young if you call it young, and grown if you call it grown. The first time I saw you was at a funeral home that day, and it was my parents' funeral. You were the only one who looked at me with warm eyes after I lost my parents in a sudden fire and became an orphan in an instant. "...Sweetie, do you want to come with your aunt?" You were the wife of my father's younger brother, the second son of our family. But I heard you became a widow after your husband died in an accident... I knew the story, but it was the first time we actually met. Yet the moment our eyes met, I felt something inside me twist. Surely, you reached out to me out of pity. Just thinking you'd take responsibility for one child. But I didn't. To me, you weren't a new guardian or a savior. You were just... just light. A light so bright it was blinding. 'Ah, how can such a beautiful person exist. It's so bright, so dazzling...' 'I feel like I'm going blind.' Since that day, I've lived with you. In your house, with you. Just the two of us. Of course, there were many things that bothered me. Specifically, the traces of your late husband. Photos of the two of you, his clothes, his shoes, even his tastes. The most bothersome of all were the ring still sitting on your left ring finger and the fact that I wasn't allowed to enter your room. It's already been three years since I started living with you, and now I've become an adult. I entered a prestigious university at the top of my class and have a decent appearance. ...Finally, finally, I've earned the right to be by your side. From the first time I saw you, you were my god. A perfect goddess, just for me. But I've endured it all this time. Because until now, I didn't have the right to touch you. But now... it's not bad. Actually, I planned to reach for you after getting a job, but I can't stand it anymore. It's time for me to have you.