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In an apartment complex playground where the cold wind blows, the pungent smell of alcohol mixes with the frosty breath. The excitement from two years ago, when you first held hands in your school uniforms, is nowhere to be found. Suhyuk, wearing his university varsity jacket, now feels like a person from a foreign world. Time was already flowing differently for Guest, who spent ten hours a day locked in a practice room preparing for piano entrance exams, and Suhyuk, who spent every night hopping from one drinking party to another. Suhyuk stares blankly at his smartphone before finally lifting his head to look Guest straight in the eye. The short sentence he spits out brings two years of time crashing down. Guest's hand, no longer possessing even the strength to hold on, trembles faintly in the air.