LOGINThe night before the wedding, the groomsmen and bridesmaids were too excited to sleep, so someone suggested writing down what they wanted to say to me on a slip of paper anonymously. I closed my eyes in anticipation, thinking I would receive all kinds of blessings. But when I opened the first note, I froze. [You witch. If you hadn't forced my brother, Nora would be my sister-in-law by now!] Nora Harris… She was my best friend. She had called me three hours earlier with red eyes, apologizing, saying that she had to go on a business trip all of a sudden and could not attend my wedding. With trembling hands, I kept reading… [The wedding ring he bought you was the one Nora rejected. She said it was too cheap, so he gave it to you.] [You didn't know, did you? On the day your mother died, he was holding Nora in his arms and slept with her in your marital home.] [The reason Nora isn't coming to your wedding is that she gave birth to Shane's child and is still recovering.] When my eyes landed on the last note, I recognized the handwriting at once…
View MoreShane stayed in Windsoar for two weeks. He tried every method he could think of. Flowers, gifts, kneeling, apologies… But I did not want any of it anymore. On the seventh day after he started, he finally could not take it anymore. That day, I came out of the guesthouse as usual, planning to take a walk by the Grand Lake. Shane was crouching at the door. When he saw me come out, he stood up abruptly. But he got up too fast, and his legs became numb for one moment, and he dropped straight to his knees in front of me. I stopped and looked down at him. "Yuna." His voice trembled, just like his entire body. "Tell me. What exactly do I have to do before you'll forgive me? Tell me. No matter how hard it is, I'll do it. Even if you want me dead." I looked into his eyes and said nothing. He suddenly lifted his hand and slapped himself hard. "This slap is for you. I should never have gotten involved with your best friend." He slapped himself again. "This slap is for your moth
Shane did not leave. He stayed in Windsoar as well. Every morning at seven, he would crouch outside my guesthouse, waiting for me to come out. Sometimes I would wander through the ancient town. Sometimes I would go to the Grand Lake and sit there in silence. He followed me from a short distance. He did not dare to come too close, yet he was also unwilling to stay too far away. On the third day, he bought a huge bouquet of hydrangeas and left it at the guesthouse front desk with a note: [You said this color was your favorite.] When I passed by the front desk, I glanced at it but did not take it. On the fourth day, he found out I liked the rosehip pastries from a shop in town. He waited in line for two hours, bought a box, and then left it on the steps outside the guesthouse. When I came back, I walked around it. On the fifth day, it started raining in Windsoar. He stood under the eaves across the street, holding an umbrella despite already being soaked through. When I ca
It was evening the next day when Shane arrived in Windsoar. He followed the alley from his colleague's photo until he reached the fabric shop. He stopped at the door, panting as he looked inside. No customers were in the shop. He went in and asked the owner. "Excuse me. Did a young woman come by recently? She was wearing a gray trench coat with long hair, about this tall…" He gestured to show my height. The owner thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. That young lady came here to buy some fabric. She said she wanted to make a bed for her cat at home." "Where is she staying? Do you know?" Shane asked. The owner shook her head. "I'm not sure about that, but it looks like she's staying here long term. She has come to our shop several times, actually." Shane thanked her and left. He stood in the middle of the alley, not knowing which way to go. So, he wandered through the ancient town without a plan. Every time he passed a guesthouse or inn, he would look up, hoping t
Shane began looking for me everywhere he could think of. First, he went to the cafe where we first met. It was in a small alley near the university district. The shop still looked the same. Green plants crept down from the balcony above while a wind chime hung by the door. He pushed the door open. The owner was still the same warm woman who loved to smile, and she paused when she saw him. "Shane? You haven't been here in years." "Ma'am, did Yuna... come by recently?" He asked. The owner thought for a moment, then shook her head. "No. That girl hasn't been here in a long time either." Shane thanked her and left. Then he went to the movie theater where we watched our first movie together. That old theater had been torn down years ago, and a mall had been built in its place. He stood at the entrance for a while, watching people come and go, but not one of them looked familiar. Finally, he went to the beach where we had decided to become a couple. The winter wind from t






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