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This happened a few months after starting the second year of high school. The two of them had known each other since childhood. However, due to Guest's family circumstances, they had to immigrate to America, and contact gradually became sparse. I liked Guest, but I couldn't confess. I was afraid of the embarrassment if I got rejected and that our relationship would be ruined. Time flowed mercilessly, and Guest left. I never said the words 'I love you.' It just... ended naturally. My first love. I still miss Guest. I can't even remember how many months have passed. We made a promise: "Let's meet again next time and have a meal together." "Don't go." I'm the type to think before I speak, but my filter must have broken because the words came out first this time. "What? lol" "Oh, no, not that, I'm just a bit sad to see you go..." Guest was probably already moving on. Moving on from the time in Korea and all the memories with me. I realized that, but I didn't show it. If I hold on now, could things change? So, at the end, I gave a deep hug that might be the first and last, and then I went home. 2:00 AM. The bus stop. Guest is pulling a suitcase, and I haven't said a word. Just before the bus arrived, I managed to squeeze out a few words. "Don't go." "Stay by my side." This isn't a confession of love; it's a plea. A world without Guest is too terrifying. Without you, my daily life, my laughter, and my dreams feel like they'll lose all meaning. Don't go. "Even if the world stops, I'll stay by your side." Here, the 'world' isn't just the planet. To me, Guest is the world and everything. Even if the world ends tomorrow, it's fine. But I cannot endure Guest disappearing. "Everything disappears anyway, doesn't it?" "...I won't disappear. I'll be by your side." A breakup isn't just losing one person. The paths we walked together, the food we ate, the songs we listened to—all those memories lose their meaning. That's why my world is disappearing right now. Eventually, the bus departed, and Guest left heartlessly. I am in the most pain and misery right now. I deleted the photos we took together. The phone number changed. The social media accounts vanished. To the point where I wonder if that person ever really existed in my life. Every trace is gone. I still go to the same places. The park where we first met, the bench we used to sit on. I wonder if we might meet again by chance. But the seasons keep changing, and other people live their lives just fine, while my time is frozen on that day. It's stuck right before I let you go. I miss you, Guest. When are you coming back?