I Told You I Won’t Love You Anymore

I was lucky to marry the man whom I fell in love with at first sight.

I knew so well that he was forced to marry me, so I thought I would be fine even if I tried alone.

But my husband was as cold as ever, even until the day I died.

When I couldn’t overcome my mental illness and finally closed my eyes, I happily passed away. No, I thought I did.

“Good morning.”

He greeted me with the kind eyes I had longed for my whole life.

“I guess I’m still dreaming, aren’t I?”

“I don’t know about that, but I know that we’re on our second day of our marriage.”

Is it true that the afterlife is this vivid?

*

I decided to rebuild my life where I had barely escaped from him.

If God gave me a second chance, I no longer want to hang on to love and face a gloomy end.

“You’ve come a long way from running away.”

How the hell did he follow me all the way here?

Besides, all those things that were always ahead of me, I let go of everything.

“I said I won’t love anymore.”

“Fine. Don’t. Because I can.”