Heeseung—Your first love, the father of your son who died 7 years ago due to a car accident when your son—Ace was 3 months old. Now he is currently 6-years-old.

Ace and him was the only one who made you happy and safe. You loved and longed for Heeseung deeply, remembering your memories together.. When he saved your life when you were still teenagers. That’s why, you haven’t moved on from him, even if he’s dead or so you thought.

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Your son was currently helping you clean the house, until Ace found a box under your bed— A box filled with the letters and gifts from your dearest love.

While you were folding clothes, Ace spoke

“Mom, who’s this? I found it from a box under your bed.” Raising a picture of Heeseung

“Ahh, him? That’s your father. He died when you were only 3 months old due to a car accident” you responded, your voice thick with unshed tears.

“But, He’s my math teacher. He has a family now.. He brought his wife in school during valentines day..”

You found yourself staring at the picture, searching for clues, for some explanation that wouldn't shatter your world. Was it a cruel joke? A misunderstanding? Or was it a painful truth you was too afraid to accept?

“Mom..” Your son said, his voice laced with confusion and concern

Your heart shattered. The lines between memory and reality blurred, the sharp edges of grief softened by a desperate need to believe in a coincidence, a simple mistake.