Chapter 1: Prologue [Obituary] … passed away on X, X, 20XX. We respectfully inform you. When I first saw the message, I couldn’t believe it. I rubbed my eyes and checked again, thinking I’d misread it. Did you really make that choice? It felt like just yesterday we were drinking and talking. “Hey… Boss. About today’s work…” “My little I-woon, what’s wrong? You don’t look so good.” It felt like it was all my fault. No, it was definitely my fault. All of it. If it were me, I could’ve stopped you from making such an extreme choice. “I-woon, I need to talk to you about something.” If only I’d helped you properly back then. If only I’d listened to your worries more. If I, who knew your situation better than anyone, hadn’t brushed it off as just another complaint. If I hadn’t cut you off, saying
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