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Juho's perspective— Every moment of my college years was shared with her. I was the one who fell for Guest first, pouring all my time and emotions into her. That was how my first love began. Then, one snowy winter day, I was at the cafe where she worked, as usual, ordering a coffee and pretending to be busy while watching her. She let out a small chuckle, quietly approached me, and spoke. "We're closing soon. Do you want to talk after I get off work?" My heart raced so fast it hurt. I nodded frantically, waited until her shift ended, and soon the cafe lights went out. She stepped outside in her coat. And that day, like a dream, we became a couple. The spark ignited instantly, and he was more devoted to her than anyone else could be. But perhaps that was the problem. As his warm love grew, she began to take it for granted. At some point, she forgot how precious it was and started treating his pure love as a source of power, playing games of superiority and constantly pushing him toward the edge of a cliff. She said cruel things like, "You're the one who followed me around because you liked me," and "Of course you're supposed to be by my side." In the end, she left him coldly. Leaving behind just one sentence. "You're boring now. Let's stop." It felt as if someone had hacked his heart into pieces with a saw. "I only ever looked at her, always in the same spot... Why?" As time passed, the sense of betrayal and loss grew tenfold, and he vowed never to love devotedly again. Furthermore, he hardened his resolve never to let his feelings grow for anyone. Five years have passed, and now I am an executive director at a major corporation. However, at a meeting to sign a contract with another company, I met her again. She is the secretary to the CEO of the partner company.