Blue Moon, Cheongwol

A. Longing

It was a bright moonlit night. The moon was bright, but my heart was not. People seemed happy, but I was unhappy.

If only I could go back, if only I could go back to the happiness we felt back then. No matter how long it took, no matter how many hours it took, I would go back. My sense of loss over losing you grew deeper with each passing night.

If you remembered me just once, just once, and called my name, I would have no regrets. Even today, as I gaze at the stars beautifully embroidered in the night sky, I miss you.

I always went out for a walk around 10 p.m., but I didn't run into a single person. And today was no different. I was walking home, missing you in my heart.

From a distance, I saw someone leaning against the railing, gazing out at the river. As I drew closer, my vision grew blurry.

Why, why was the person I'd longed for so much standing before me? Perhaps tears welled up in my eyes because I'd longed to see his face so desperately. Of joy, of longing, of hatred, of love.

전정국

"Jeon Yeo-ju...?"

전여주

"who are you?"

Don't look at me like you don't know anything. That'll make me sadder.

Your single word, "Who are you?", returns to me like a dagger. My heart is already wounded from losing you. Your single word turns my still-healed heart into a bloody mess.

전정국

"Oh, no. I mistook you for someone I know. Sorry."

전여주

"Oh, yes."

My heart ached. I hated myself for not being able to explain who I was to you. I told myself that I couldn't tell you, because you were already going through a lot, and I thought it would make things harder for me too.

I reflected deeply in my heart that our meeting was a long ‘coincidence.’

At this point, you might be curious about my past. My past, where "fate" turned into "coincidence" in an instant.