All My Firsts Are You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 128

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Lying in bed, I suddenly recalled this day a week ago.

The day my heart grew heavy upon hearing Jun’s confession on TV—two months late. The day he whispered that, in truth, we’d been living one long first love, stretching from that very first confession nine years ago until now. The day he told me that your late confession today had already come true nine years ago, and we shared the moment when pain turned into happiness.

And then… the day when even those few steps from the living room to the bedroom felt too long to waste, so we searched for each other’s warmth with just our fingertips right from the living room…

It was the day I wished these moments would keep linking together, becoming our everyday.

I thought that no matter what we did together, I wanted to tuck it all neatly into a little square and cherish it forever—those ordinary days that would be lovely precisely because they were ordinary, and those special days that would be wonderful precisely because they were special.

I turned onto my side. The spot beside me, empty for a whole week, caught my eye. It was a void whose filling time I couldn’t predict. Even when I gently placed my palm there, no warmth remained. “It’s not fair to feel disappointed… but I’m disappointed anyway,” I whispered to you, somewhere you couldn’t hear. “It’s only because I love you so much.”

“If I’d known it’d turn out like this… I wouldn’t have let you go that day…”

Even if I’d known beforehand, nothing would’ve really changed. I knew perfectly well that Jun had been practically pulling all-nighters at the studio for the past week, buried in editing work alongside the editing team. Knowing all that clearly, there was no way I could have harshly torn at his heart and stopped him from leaving.

So this was just empty grumbling—an idle complaint I aimed at myself, saying I shouldn’t have let you go. A self-deceiving grumble, spoken even while knowing full well you had to leave. A cowardly complaint, blurted out in fear because I knew that staying still would only deepen my longing.

But in truth, all these complaints meant the same thing.

I miss you….

I’d been saying those words for so long, full of childish dissatisfaction.

By now, I really needed to eat something and move my body. Just staring at the empty space beside me in bed wouldn’t possibly fill this emptiness with anything else.

I sat up from the bed. The hollow feeling in my chest had seeped into even the way I walked.

I opened the bedroom door and pushed my indifferent steps forward.

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