♧Fantasy Fairy Tale_05♧ - fantasy fairy tale

What I feared happened. The affirmative response from Woong, the one I'd been trying to avoid and the one I'd been dreading hearing.

"If we meet...what do you plan to do?"

"...you crazy bastard"

Did it really have to go that far to feel at ease? It was such an abrupt breakup. Upon hearing my words, Woong immediately packed his bags and left. His luggage was already packed, as if he had intended to leave me from the beginning, and I had no time to stop him. Woong was my everything. He was always by my side when things were tough, and he warmly embraced and guided me when I was lost without my parents. That's how it was. I still needed Woong. I needed someone to protect me. But now he's gone. The person who should have protected me and embraced me warmly has left. I'm alone.

♧Fantasy Fairy Tale♤

I don't know how I got through the day. I just worked at the bookstore when it was time, closed the store at closing time, and cried all day. The sudden separation caused me great pain. Whenever I slept, the same scene would always appear in my dreams. The day Woong came to me with a different scent, repeating endlessly. I vividly remember the look of concern in his eyes, the warmth of his lips, his squinty eyes, kissing me when I was lost in reading. After Woong left, I couldn't go home. I feared I'd still smell Woong's scent, feared I'd miss him again. In that state, all I could do was wait. He left as if he wouldn't return, but he knew I couldn't live without him, he knew I couldn't endure being alone at home. I longed for Woong to reappear in the bookstore, wrapped in the cherry blossom scent I loved.

'Tingle - '

I heard the bookstore door open. Tears welled up in my eyes again, and I crouched under the counter, embarrassed. I hoped the person who'd just entered would think the bookstore was empty and leave. Right now, I wanted to be alone. But against my will, a slightly young man's voice spoke right next to my ear.

"Why are you crying, heroine?"

He was that student before. His name was...Dae-hwi, I think. When I looked slightly flustered, Dae-hwi extended his hand and helped me up. Dae-hwi smelled strangely familiar. A scent I liked. It was the scent of a man I held in a tiny fragment of my memory. Perhaps it wasn't some artificial perfume, but rather the natural cherry blossom scent that only he could smell.