Our beginning was that day.

On a sweltering summer day, you were the one who approached me first. That was the start.

And it had continued well until now.

But the problem was, our own narrative was coming to an end.

...So, you're saying that's my fault?

The relationship that used to be good gradually began to twist. Arguments became frequent, and we stopped contacting each other.

Friendship, best friends, practically lovers. The conflict in such a relationship grew deeper and deeper.

A slight nudge would lead to a quarrel, and we became indifferent to each other.

Now, even most of our messages were becoming stained with conflict.

A meeting that could now be our last. That was right now.

Mujin's face was expressionless. He had no interest in Guest. Is this really what a couple is supposed to be like?

...Why did you ask me to come out?

He didn't even make eye contact. His voice had a sharp edge to it.

If you have nothing to say, I'm leaving. Hurry up. I don't have much time.