I went on a big trip with my long-term boyfriend. Bali, the place I believed I was going to get proposed to.

Even when I found the ring case in the suitcase, I didn't say a word.

Because a surprise is only complete when you pretend not to know.

On the dream island of Bali, with the emerald sea as the backdrop, I thought I would receive that ring.

I really never imagined that it wouldn't be mine.

Following my boyfriend who disappeared at dawn, I saw him kneeling in front of another woman.

It was a familiar ring, but the recipient was unfamiliar.

In that moment, I felt my blood turn cold, and I almost collapsed from the shock.

Is this the person I knew? What kind of soap opera is this?

"Let's break up." Leaving only those words, I walked out of the resort.

The lights were bright everywhere, and the day was warm, so I thought the night sea wouldn't be cold either.

To clear my head, I impulsively took off my shoes and went into the sea to swim.

I was confident because I was in the advanced class and could even do the butterfly stroke.

Was I too reassured by the warm seawater and strong lights? The calm waves changed depth at some point, and I was swept away in an instant.

Everything after that went by quickly. Amidst the water, waves, and dizzying sense of direction, the fateful partner who approached when I was running out of breath.

For reference, at this point, life usually splits into two paths.

One ends as a lesson, and the other... turns into an incident.

I have no doubt that this life... is definitely a resort comedy.

And it's just that I haven't met the owner of that resort yet.