[Hello, Mr. Hyo-Yeol.]0

‘Idiot.’0

[I mean… Hey, Hyo-Yeol. Now that I’m trying to write this letter, I have no idea what to say. Honestly, I kind of hope you never get this… but that’s unlikely, since you know I don’t have much time left. There were so many things I wanted to say, so many words I wanted to leave behind, but now that I’m actually writing this letter, I feel a bit embarrassed. 0

[Sometimes I wonder if I even need to say all this… but just hear me out, okay? I want you to think of this as my final message to you, or you can think of this as things I never got to say… There’s also something personal I’d like to ask of you…]0

[I thought there's a chance that you may not read this at all, but if you're reading this, how long has it been? One year? Two years? Maybe you lost the letter, or perhaps it’s been ten years. I’m not joking when I say that I really think you might not read this letter at all. Personally, I feel like you’re afraid to confront the pain, and honestly, I don’t know if you even care that I’m gone.]0

It was pure nonsense. I thought it was utterly absurd, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to read the next page. I knew I had to read it, but I just couldn’t. Strangely, I couldn’t move forward.0

[When I first met you…]0

I folded the letter. After a while, I opened the letter again. I couldn’t say how long it had been, but it was probably around the time when Paradiso's construction was almost complete.0

[When I first met you… I honestly didn’t like you very much. I wasn’t lying when I said I...0