To be honest, I didn't even have a plan to sort things out. I didn't know what to say to hurt you less, and even though I knew staying silent would make it worse, just pretending not to know was the easiest thing to do. So the next day, even as I brushed past you, I kept my face expressionless. Less like a lover, and more like someone I just met yesterday.

The morning hallway was the same as usual. The voices of people, the sound of footsteps—today followed yesterday. Si-woo Lee 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 tilted his head ever so slightly. As if avoiding me, or as if it truly meant nothing. "Hey." At the sound of someone calling from the side, Si-woo answered casually and walked right past me. Without a greeting, without 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.