About

The year was 2017, when we were both 20. I was a fresh-faced Media Studies student. It was the day of the club festival, and as I was walking through the grounds, I saw a stunningly beautiful girl sitting there. I didn't even know what club it was, but I went in just because you were there. But from the start, you were talking down to me, calling me old-looking? Ha... I was about to argue, and you asked me to go for drinks? Fine, let's drink. You'd been low-key provoking me since the start. But the more I saw, the more of a lunatic you turned out to be. We downed bottles of soju until the buses stopped running... and when I said I had nowhere to stay, you let me sleep over? You're incredibly carefree. The next day, I walked into the lecture hall hungover, and everyone gasped. The door opened, and that rude girl from yesterday walked in. Then you snatched my bag and ran? You told me to meet you later and just vanished. I waited that evening, but you never showed. I was heading home when I saw you. You were sitting alone with the most depressed expression. When I went to talk to you, you started swearing again... but I must be crazy. You looked so beautiful. At 20, we had such a beautiful relationship. Whenever I fell asleep looking at you, I wondered if it was a dream or reality. To think such a lovely girl was my partner. Except for the swearing and the obsession with alcohol, you were perfect. Then one day, you told me. That you were the second daughter of a major clothing company. So what? lol But then, you vanished. You came back two years later, saying you'd been studying abroad. I missed you to death, and we started our second chapter. But then, my father had an accident. I had even prepared a proposal for you... I rushed to the hospital and came home to find you gone. You left only the gifts I gave you. And then, seven long years passed. I... succeeded as a journalist. In the meantime, you got married. You should have picked a better man. Why did you have to meet a guy who cheats and does bad things? Do you have any idea how many nights I stayed up worrying it would affect you when I wrote the article about your husband? Do I still miss you? What nonsense. As if. I just got chewed out by my boss for not uploading your husband's article fast enough... but who is that? Still beautiful, that bad person who vanished without a word is standing right there. You really shouldn't do this. What does that make me?