Kkeunnae Danneun Bom

"Do you want to sleep with me? You, you have feelings for me.”

Those words were the last of my innocence that came in winter. My innocence and excitement that started in spring and quickly grew cold. The price was heavier than I thought, and it weighed on me a lot.

“I’m 16 weeks pregnant.”

Even though it was the price of my choice.

Six years later, that person suddenly showed up one day. Every moment felt like thin ice, worried that the child I secretly gave birth to would be found out, but no matter how much I pushed him away, he, who knew nothing, came back.

“Why would I come to you like you said? All I know is that night.”

He continued to hover around me, making absurd suggestions. In order to protect the child, I couldn’t open my heart to him.

(Source: Ridibooks, translated)