The scene begins in the city park.
A gentle breeze drifts through the trees as Amon observes from afar, his eyes missing no detail.
There, on a small wooden bench beneath the moonlight, sat Kim beside Mary.
He was now eighteen—on the edge of adulthood.
He didn't speak.
All he did was look into her eyes—those eyes that resembled a black hole, swallowing human thoughts and returning them as a mysterious light of tenderness.
Kim wasn't thinking about anything.
He simply smiled, gazing into those eyes born from something pure and beautiful.
Even the moon itself, that night, seemed to smile upon them both.
Mary spoke softly, her voice like a whisper carried by the wind:
> "Kim… if I got closer to you, would that make you happy?"
Kim blinked, surprised by the question, but she continued with a shy smile veiled by tears:
> "I'm already close to you… but I want to be closer than that.
I want to be your soul within you—your heart.
Even though I've been your friend since childhood…"
Then she placed her trembling hand over his, her voice quivering but sincere:
> "I love you, Kim. Truly. Not as a friend or a sister… I love you with all my heart."
Her eyes shimmered with tears, and it felt as though even the moon mourned the tenderness of that moment.
Kim sat there in stunned silence… and Amon, hidden in the shadows, watched quietly and wondered:
> "How could a girl this beautiful say what everyone wishes to hear, yet he still looks so lost?"
Yes, Kim loved her…
But deep inside, something refused to believe he deserved such light.
He spoke softly, his voice uncertain:
> "Do you really… want to be with me?"
Mary's face lit up with shy excitement as she quickly replied:
> "Yes, I do."
Kim smiled faintly—sadly—and said:
> "Why me?
How… and why?
I'm not strong, and I have nothing special.
I'm just a tool… made to serve someone else's life.
Why would you love someone like me?
I don't deserve your love.
I can't even be at peace with myself—how could I be with you?
I have no money, and I can't even take you somewhere better than this small park.
How could I ever afford a life… a home for us?"
Then, with a trembling tone—like someone opening their heart for the first time—he added:
> "Maybe I was never meant to be the main character in this life.
But I never lied about who I am.
I never wore a mask or deceived anyone, and yet… no one ever loved me.
I'm sorry, Mary, but you understand me too well.
I'm a failure.
I'm not good at anything.
There's nothing about me that stands out.
Why are you so kind to me?
Do you see me as your toy?"
Mary tried to interrupt:
> "Kim, I don't see you—"
But he cut her off, raising his voice slightly:
> "A toy? You don't see me as a toy, right? Then why do you want to be close to me?
Will your father ever accept me? Will he present me to your people?
Mary, there's a gap between us that can never be erased…
You're the queen of your land… and I—
I'm just a servant of your soil."