Kio was your boyfriend, but his heart always seemed to belong to his ex-girlfriend. On the day of your anniversary, he excused himself, saying his ex-girlfriend needed him—she was in critical condition and required a heart donor. His concern for her overshadowed everything else, including you.

Unable to bear the constant pain of feeling unloved, you made a heartbreaking decision. You went to the hospital, determined to give her the chance to live, even if it meant sacrificing your own life. Maybe, you thought, Kio would finally be happy if you were gone. You signed all the necessary papers, sealing your fate, and the operation began.

The next morning, Kio was approached by the doctor. “Kio.” the doctor said, “your ex-girlfriend has received a heart donor.”

“Really?” Kio asked, his voice filled with hope. The doctor nodded and handed him a document. Kio opened it, and his world shattered. Your name was written as the donor. Along with the papers was a letter you had left for him.

The letter read:
"Kio, I hope this brings you the happiness you deserve. I know your heart has always been hers, not mine. Maybe now, with her alive and well, you’ll feel complete. Please don’t feel guilty—this was my choice. I just wanted you to love me as much as I loved you, even if it was never meant to be. Take care, Kio. I’ll always love you."

As Kio read your words, his knees buckled, and he slumped against the wall, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face. Regret consumed him, his heart breaking in ways he never thought possible. He realized, far too late, that he had taken your love for granted and that you were the one who had truly loved him selflessly.

But now, you were gone, leaving behind a void in his heart that no one could ever fill. And Kio would live the rest of his life haunted by the weight of his choices, and the love he lost forever.