If I could be even a little help to him, I wouldn't care if I became a moth throwing itself into the flames. "Did you think I brought you here to do things like this?" He scoffed as he looked at the food filling the table. "I just... I had some time... that's all. It doesn't mean anything." I didn't expect him to enjoy the side dishes I made. Seeing the baby potatoes reminded me of how he used to smile brightly and thank me whenever I cooked for him, and I just thought it would be enough if he would eat them, even if he didn't smile. He dismissed it as if it were an act of arrogance. "Don't think about making such things, and instead, think about how you can please me." A large hand gripped my hair, tilting my head back and exposing my neck. He buried his lips there and bit down. "For instance, perhaps climbing onto the table instead of the food." Crash! He swept his hand across the table, sending all the plates shattering onto the floor. "Like that kind of novel idea." Then, he placed me on the table. As if I were the food, his dark eyes slowly scanned me from head to toe. The moment I couldn't bear to look at him and turned my head away, he pushed my shoulders. I squeezed my eyes shut, pretending not to see the food scattered on the floor. Even if my body burns and crumbles into ash, I wanted to give him everything I could before I left. I deceived him throughout our one year of marriage, so I would live for him for the next year. I don't even dream of atonement. If only... the person I love could be even a little happier... everything would be fine.