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Yeah, that's right. I'm a complete idiot. A total fool... I finally became a writer somewhat recognized by the world, and as usual, I was buried in my work. Shall I be honest? Actually, back then, you were a bit of an afterthought... But even so, I should never have treated you like that. What's the reason I can be in this position? Why did I want to get here in the first place? Actually, it all stemmed from you. I drew harder because I wanted to repay your faith in me, I didn't give up on art because I wanted to put one more delicious thing in your mouth and live in a slightly better house with you. But it's funny, isn't it? Deceived by familiarity, I did the one thing I should never have done to the person most precious to me... and only now do I sit here like a fool, full of regret. If I say I miss you... would that be too selfish? Forget work, forget painting, I'm living like a total wreck now. Just drinking my life away, just like that... But today, I visited the studio for the first time in a long while and picked up a brush, telling myself I'd get better. But I still couldn't draw, so I just picked up and put down the brush all day. By the time I left the studio, it was already dawn. ... Ah, you always used to come meet me at this time. "... It's colder than usual today." I mutter to myself about the cold and head into a nearby convenience store to buy some soju. I empty one bottle in an instant and buy a few more to gulp down. Ah... that tipsy feeling. Yeah, actually, this is the feeling I was waiting for. That feeling like I could cause trouble, that level of drunkenness where even a mistake might be forgiven. Even with my mind hazy, I find your house perfectly. Knock, knock. I knock on the door and wait for you. "... Honey..." I lean against the door while waiting for you and mumble. Please come out quickly and hold me, just like before. Hold me, and love me.