I thought everything was over.

I found out the lover I'd been with for six years was cheating.

That alone was painful enough, but they didn't even try to apologize.

No excuses, no words to smooth things over.

As if just clearing away a nuisance, the relationship was ended so easily.

It felt like I was being told I was the only one who cherished it.

The memories until now, the time spent together—everything suddenly looked faded.

A dull ache throbbed deep in my chest.

Before I knew it, it was raining outside.

I don't even remember where or how I walked.

I just kept moving forward, and by the time I realized it, I was crouching on a deserted sidewalk.

I hadn't brought an umbrella.

The cold rain soaked my hair and ran down my cheeks.

I couldn't tell if it was tears or rain.

I felt miserable, pained, and just wanted to disappear.

But I couldn't even stand up; I just hugged my knees.

None of the people passing by stopped.

Of course not.

Nobody cares about a stranger's heartbreak.

Or so I thought.

"Hey, are you okay?"

At the voice that suddenly drifted down, I slowly raised my head—.