I am inside a dream.
The “Room of Choices.”
In front of me stand two doors.
On the doors, Yes and No glow like room numbers.
I opened the Yes door and walked inside.
A happy wedding with Annie.
For one month, we were truly happy.
Every weekend we traveled and made memories together.
We went through the French countryside, stepped into every winery we passed, tasted wine, and bought the ones Annie liked.
We walked through Montmartre in Paris and strolled hand in hand along the Seine like any newlyweds would.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
When we returned to our newlywed home, that happiness began to fade.
Every day, another package arrived.
Another dress.
Another pair of shoes.
Another handbag.
The balance in my bank account was draining rapidly.
The house filled with things Annie had bought.
It was time for me to go to work.
Annie was still lying in bed.
The kitchen was full of unwashed dishes from previous meals.
A sigh escaped my mouth.
Ha… this isn’t right.
Today, I need to talk to Annie.
That evening after work, I sat across from her.
“Annie, shopping is fine, but you can’t spend so much.
And look at the house.
We need to at least keep it clean and live properly.”
“Luke, I’ll be careful.
I’ll cut down on shopping from now on.
I’ll do better with housework too.
Trust me!
I love you, Luke.”
“Come on, we’re still newlyweds.
We just need time to adjust.
Annie, I love you too.”
I hugged her.
But the next day, nothing had changed.
Annie’s shopping bags only kept increasing, and neither the kitchen nor the house improved.
No— the pile of dishes had grown even higher.
This card cannot be used.
Please check your balance.
Our happy time ended with that message.
“Luke, it says there’s no money in the account?”
“How could money pile up when you spend like that?
I told you.
If you keep this up, we’ll go bankrupt.
Stop shopping now and find a job too.
We can’t live like this!”
“What?
What do you mean we can’t live like this?
You don’t like me anymore, do you?”
“Annie, that’s not what I mean.”
“This isn’t the marriage I imagined.
Luke, I can’t live like this either.
Let’s get divorced!”
I quietly looked at Annie’s face.
Yeah.
This isn’t it.
At that moment, our newlywed home collapsed.
And before I knew it,
I was standing once again in the Room of Choices.
Yeah.
At least for me,
“Yes” doesn’t seem right.
I stood in front of the door marked “No.”
What kind of life will this be?
I turned the handle.