Thrilled by Madness (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 114

Seo Jun’s dash to the Gangneung seaside was thoroughly deliberate.

As if to prove he wasn’t any less meticulous than a careful woman.

When So Yeon carried Hyun Woo, along with the growing child’s ultrasound images, she meticulously recorded messages she occasionally longed to tell Seo Jun—the man she’d never meet again.

“Today, for the first time, I felt the baby move. I don’t know if it’s a foot or a hand, but it keeps tapping tap tap against my lower belly right now. It drums so joyfully I feel like a drum myself. If only you could’ve felt this lovely flutter—what expression would you have made? What would you have said? Just as I’m about to feel sad, I remember your cheerful smile comforting me, so I smile that way too.

I woke up in the middle of the night. My stomach feels tight and knotted, my solar plexus is heavy, and I might even have a slight fever—it’s hard to fall back asleep. In this pitch-black dawn, where are you, and what are you doing? That gentle hand, patting me softly, telling me it’s all right… I miss you terribly…

I woke up again at dawn today, just like yesterday, because of the pain. Still, I’m glad I got to see such beautiful stars. It suddenly crossed my mind—you must be looking at the moon, the stars, and the sun in the sky every day too. You don’t know this version of me, and though that sometimes makes me lonely, I don’t feel alone when I gaze at things I can share with you. That’s why I’m going to watch the sunrise later. Even if you and I can never meet again, the sun, moon, and stars will see you for me every day.”

These were confessions she’d never voiced to anyone.

Beyond this, she left traces throughout her diary—places she wanted to go, foods she wanted to eat, sights she longed to see, and her unspoken circumstances.

How desperately must she have yearned, for so many tearstains to dot her round, delicate handwriting? The darkness and loneliness flowing from her lovely, large eyes must have been as thick as the shadows I cast upon her.

That was why.

His heart ached all the more bitterly and tenderly as his long fingertips traced the marks of her sorrow. And his tears, falling upon the ink already blurred dark with hers, carried emotions beyond mere love or regret—something far deeper.

Seo Jun tucked So Yeon’s diary—something he never intended to return to its owner—deep into his drawer like a priceless treasure he wished to keep for life.

It was to show her, one page at a time, that while Eom So Yeon filled countless days with longing, he’d felt no differently; that though late, she hadn’t loved alone all this time.

Seo Jun took So Yeon to a quiet seaside night where only the sound of the waves could be heard.

His winter coat, as broad-chested and tall as he was, easily enveloped her. Walking along the sandy shore, he drew So Yeon into the warmth of his coat and, gazing at the distant fishing boat lights brightening the dark horizon, told her:

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