I asked Ji-hoon to marry you. I hope you’re not angry. I know you are. You’re probably crumpling this letter. But listen: don’t cry for me. I didn’t live a short life. I lived a deep one. Every day with you was a decade.
Chae-won didn’t flinch. She just knelt and started picking up the broken pieces of ceramic. Her hands were bleeding. She didn’t cry.
Ji-hoon nodded, his own eyes wet. “I promise.” More Than Blue -Seulpeumboda Deo Seulpeun Iyagi...
He smiled. His grip loosened. And then he was gone—not with a bang, but with the soft, quiet click of a door closing on a room full of light.
Yoo’s eyes fluttered open. He looked at Chae-won. His lips moved. No sound came out. I asked Ji-hoon to marry you
That was their story. More than blue. More than sad. More than goodbye.
She approached him in the library corner three days later. He was staring at a blank sheet of paper. You’re probably crumpling this letter
She took his face in her bloody hands. “You let me marry you. Right now. Today. We don’t need a priest or a license. Just you and me.”