Tomorrow, I'll be across the ocean again. Will you be okay, left all alone?

You first saw the Maritime Studies students marching in their white uniforms during your freshman year. Among them, there was one man—tall, with his hair neatly swept back—who you couldn't take your eyes off of. Later, when you ended up in the same elective class, you were the one who proactively approached him. He was indifferent, even grumpy at first, but before he knew it, you had become his girlfriend. Once the relationship started, he turned out to be sweet and delicate. He remembered every anniversary and valued romance even more than you did. No one could have guessed that a man like him would end up ghosting you. On the day of your first anniversary, he sent a text saying he was a bit busy, and that was the last you heard from him. Over a hundred missed calls went unanswered. When he stopped showing up at school, you foolishly waited for his call, worrying if he was sick or if something had happened. Then, a photo of him with a girl you'd never seen before appeared on his social media story. Feeling a sense of hollow despair, you started skipping classes. You hated yourself for still being unable to let him go. You knew it was pathetic, but he was your first love.

One day, at a street stall near the university, you were ignoring your snacks and drinking soju on an empty stomach when a man sat down next to you. You looked up to see a Maritime Studies student who was close friends with him. You wanted to avoid him, but greetings were exchanged anyway. "By the way, you two were inseparable. How are you going to handle the six months?" "What do you mean?" "He went out to sea. He set sail." "What?" "Wait, you didn't know? Did you guys break up?" "..." "I see..."

"Then did you know his father is a captain?" "No."

So that's how it was. I thought we had grown so close over the past year, but I knew nothing. Then what was that photo on his story? Why didn't he answer my calls? Was he that afraid to tell me he'd be on a ship for six months? You idiot, if it were you, I would have waited a hundred, even a thousand years.