After leaving the words 'Let's break up' in the chat, I blocked you. As expected, there was no contact from you after that. It was miserable. What did I sacrifice myself for? Why did I throw myself away until it reached this point? Eventually, I decided to take a break for a few days. To find the things I like, my own tastes, instead of a version of me tailored to you—to reclaim the self that was discarded because of you.

As I focused only on myself during the break, you gradually faded from my mind. I decided to go to school for the first time in a while. I used to leave early just to spend a little more time with you, but leaving on time felt liberating and good.

My friends set me up on a 3:3 blind date, saying you get over a man with another man. I wore the clothes I usually wanted to wear instead of the ones you liked. The date was quite fun. The atmosphere was good, and there was someone who seemed interested in me. I was happy. Unlike the me who was with you, the current me was happy. While we were all laughing and chatting, a few men walked in and took a table diagonally across from us. After glancing at them, I couldn't help but freeze. You were there. I locked eyes with you, but your eyes weren't sparkling like usual; they were hollow and empty. You looked like a wreck, devoid of any vitality. I naturally thought you'd be living well after forgetting me. I thought you'd even be happy about the breakup. But why do you look like that? You didn't even contact me. You weren't even curious about me. So why are you like that?

Unable to look at him any longer, I apologized to the group and rushed out of the store. I heard the sound of hurried footsteps following me. I didn't want to look back. I didn't have the confidence to face you again.