Three Years After My Boyfriend's Death, I Found His Lookalike on the Black Market
Language: en
Three Years After My Boyfriend's Death I picked up a man from the black market who looked exactly like him. Day after day, I carefully trained him. Hoping he could become a perfect substitute. To replace the deceased Jack. To become my lover. "Don't eat tomatoes anymore. He didn't like them," I instructed. "Don't call me 'bro'. He never called me that," I corrected. "Be good, okay? You look so much like him... I won't abandon you," I promised. I always treated him as just a suitable replacement. Until one night. In the hazy darkness. The person who should have been sleeping beside me…