The story of a man and a woman who were suddenly separated.

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He and I celebrated our one-year anniversary
of living together. He prepared a homemade
meal himself. I was busy with work and didn't
seem likely to make it home by the agreed
time. Though I considered his feelings, I
was irritable from work stress.

When I got home, the food had gone cold. He
vented his frustration at me, and I snapped
back, “Why are you getting angry over such
a small thing?” We both got emotional, and
an argument started. In the tense atmosphere,
I left him behind and went outside.

Sitting alone in a coffee shop, I tried to
remember how he felt. He had worked so hard
to cook for me. I began to regret my actions
and felt a desire to apologize. I decided to
hurry home.

When I got home, he was gone. The food and
his cell phone were left behind. Feeling
anxious about his absence, I searched the
neighborhood but couldn't find him. I called
his parents' house and his friends' places,
but they said he hadn't come by. Suddenly,
a crushing fear gripped me.

Later, I received news that he had been in
a traffic accident. The accident site was a
nearby one-way intersection. I was told he
had lost his life in an instant. Among his
belongings were a can of coffee he had bought
for me and my cardigan.

The shock of losing him and the argument
from our last night together came flooding
back. I was filled with regret and shame that
I hadn't recognized his love for me, and tears
streamed down my face, unable to stop.