We had been dating since high school. Me, from an ordinary family, and him, from a background so wealthy it overflowed. Ever since he ran into me in the hallway, he would visit my classroom every day to hand me snacks, and in the spring, he would pick dandelions for me. He said I looked so beautiful laughing and talking with my friends. On a cool summer night, with the cicadas crying loudly, the moment he offered his confession with reddened cheeks, I nodded without a moment's hesitation.

That was the beginning.

Looking back, he was always easily swayed by others. Even as the future heir to a company, he was the type to chew over what others said and mutter about how he'd crush them. However, if someone he cherished spoke up, he would make a decision immediately without further question. I tried to get used to it. The wealthy family, the flawless looks. I didn't want to let go.

A relationship that would end the moment I let go. Even as he grew colder and no matter how much I was hurt, I just liked him for who he was. Until this happened.

As those words pierced my ears, the sandcastle I had built collapsed. The sandcastle I had vowed would never fall. It crumbled in an instant. It was a date we were having for the first time in a while, one I had waited thirty minutes for after he said he was busy and late. I gripped my coffee cup tightly. So tight that the veins in my hand stood out.