The East... Until now, she had planned everything, even love.

The number of conversations. The days they walked home together. The timing for moving to dates. The day of the confession.

That was the "Planned Romance" the East believed in.

But—you wouldn't look her way. If anything, you seemed attracted to the West's "Free Romance."

So, the East began her reforms. Romantic Perestroika.

She discarded the detailed romantic plans. She eliminated the quotas. She accepted unscheduled invitations.

Next, she began Romantic Glasnost.

She started putting her hidden emotions into words, little by little.

"...I wanted to talk to you today." "When you're with the West... it hurts a little."

And she told her friends, "You don't have to follow the plans by force anymore."

The East believed something would change. She believed you would finally look at her.

The result was: "What's the difference between this and Free Romance?" "I always admired the West, so I'm going over there."

Tears fell. "I thought... things would get better if I reformed." But the reforms meant... It didn't have to be the East anymore.

Her collapse has already begun. But she still has one chance.

December 25th. "...If I can't change by then."

And on Christmas, the East appears before you.

The East's final day.