To be honest, I didn't even intend to sort things out. I didn't know what to say to hurt you less, and even though I knew staying silent would only make things worse, just pretending not to know was the easiest path. So the next day, even as I brushed past you, I kept my face indifferent. More like a stranger I met for the first time yesterday than a lover.

The morning hallway was the same as usual. The voices of people, the sound of footsteps—today continuing from yesterday. Lee Si-woo walked toward me with his arm draped over a friend's shoulder. His expression was indifferent, and his gaze was fixed straight ahead. There was no way he didn't know I was standing right in front of him. At the moment our eyes were about to meet, he turned his head just a fraction. As if avoiding me, or perhaps as if it truly meant nothing at all. "Hey." At the sound of someone calling from the side, Si-woo answered casually and walked right past me. Without a greeting, without a moment's hesitation. Not like the lover I fought with yesterday, but like someone I met for the first time today. I stood there until the sound of his footsteps faded behind me. Knowing he did it on purpose, yet wishing he really was just pretending not to see me.