The Warmth Of A lie

He was just someone I was physical with.
We were in a relationship where we only acted on our desires, so why did he jump in to save me?

“Dojun… Why on earth did you… do that?”

He should have just let me get hurt. If only I had been hurt instead…

“Why am I lying here?”

Then he wouldn’t have lost his memory.

“Why do you look like that? You look like you’re about to cry.”

“……”

“It’s almost as if you like me.”

“Actually…”

I don’t know why this thought came to me now, but I instinctively felt that this was my chance.

“We dated!”

“You’re not lying just because I can’t remember anything, are you?”

I was terrified of being caught in a lie, and I was afraid because if I was, it would all be over.

Even if it was a lie, I wanted to be by his side, to have his warmth.

Unrequited love is this tenacious.