Kim wanted just one answer —
to the only question that had ever truly mattered to him.
He spoke to Mary in a quiet, trembling voice filled with confusion:
> "Mary… I want to know.
Why do you love me?
Don't tell me it's just admiration — there's nothing good about me."
Mary laughed softly, shyly — a gentle sound caught between honesty and tenderness.
Then she lifted her gaze to his and said:
> "I love you because you made me believe my existence still has meaning.
You were always the one who loved me sincerely…
so how could I not love you the same way?"
She stepped closer, taking his hand with trembling fingers, her voice quivering between fear and love:
> "Kim… I want to stay with you — even if it's only for the last minute of my life.
I'd be happy if my life ended with you… without regret.
And you… feel the same, don't you?"
Kim looked at her, tears shimmering in his eyes, his voice choking as he whispered:
> "You're really… really stupid… stupid."
The words fell between them, carried by tears burning against her hands.
He continued, voice shaking but filled with truth:
> "I know your love for me isn't about living, or wanting something from this world…
It's about believing in the impossible itself.
And I swear… I'll give everything I have — for you, Mary."
Mary's eyes widened with a mix of wonder and longing,
before Kim leaned in quietly, kissed her, and whispered through his tears:
> "I love you… and I'll stay by your side.
I promise — I won't run away from life again, my love."
Mary smiled faintly, her tears shining like fragments of light:
> "And I'll be with you… always, Kim."
It was a moment of fragile peace in the middle of a long storm.
From afar, Amon felt something strange —
a surge of joy and sorrow woven together, reaching him like a distant echo.
He didn't know why, but something inside him broke…
as if he already knew — this happiness would not last.
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Deep within Kim, thoughts crashed like restless waves.
He didn't know what hurt more —
the fate that made him weak,
or the world that never gave people like him a chance.
> "Why not me?
Why wasn't I born rich?
Why is my life meaningless?
Why do others live in light while I drown in mud?
Was poverty made just for me?"
All these questions lived inside him without answers.
And yet… somehow, he still believed everything he wanted existed —
just in a different form.
His life was a search for a reason —
a journey to understand why he was born, and why he suffered.
A quest to find what was real… and what was only an illusion.
Maybe that's why his love for Mary was more than emotion —
it was a silent promise between two lost souls,
like the sun and the moon —
lighting the world together,
yet destined never to meet.