My husband, his younger brother Takeo, and I were three childhood friends who grew up like brothers. Our relationship fell apart when my husband confessed his feelings to me, and Takeo, who had been keeping his distance, came to our house. He said, "I've always loved you," and forcefully took my body, telling me that he only had a year left to live. Since then, even when I was in my husband's arms, I couldn't stop thinking about Takeo... His honest feelings as he faced death, I wanted to accept them. The moment I thought that, I made a decision...