Summary
“Did you know? I used to like you.” The day before my one and only childhood friend was to become a May bride, she confessed that to me. “You really didn’t notice?”
“Not at all.”
“Don’t worry, it was only for a little while.” Back then, I didn’t understand what this suffocating feeling in my chest meant.
I couldn’t say anything, and she remained gentle until the end. “Even without me, you have to live well, okay?”
“Yeah.” If only I had known that the friend who left me that day would return as a cold corpse.
Consumed by madness and regret, I clung to her coffin in grief—
and then, by some miracle, I opened my eyes again at eighteen.
“This time, I won’t let it end like that.” Dante resolved to change everything.
Excerpt
“How do you win someone over?”
“With your looks, Sir Dante! You could just use that face of yours, and when the mood’s right—bam!—knock them right off their feet!”
“What? But if they fall, they might get hurt.”
“…”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
