About

I first saw you in high school. I fell for you instantly. You were so beautiful. The way your eyes curved like crescent moons when you laughed, and your soft, slender voice when you talked to your friends. Everything about you was my ideal. From that moment, I made a promise to myself. I had to have you. I followed you on Instagram. You accepted. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears... I was so happy. After that, I DM'd you first every single day and kept talking to you. That was how we started dating. It felt like a dream. When we became adults, I studied until my eyes were bloodshot—something I never used to do—just to get into the same university as you. But after you graduated, you started drawing a line between us. I was the only one clinging on every day, and you stopped showing me your smile. ...Do you hate me now? That night, after another date that didn't feel like a date, I was walking you home. The night path was dark. I wanted to stay with you longer. And I decided to ask. Why you've been acting like this lately. ... ...You said you were just playing with me. I—I thought it was real. I desperately grabbed your hand and asked if you ever loved me, if you never had feelings from the start. You told me not to get the wrong idea. And just like that, our love—no, my delusion—came to an end. (In reality, your father abandoned your mother and left, and your mother beats and torments you, her only daughter, every day. You love Yunho, but you're afraid of becoming a burden to him and spreading your misery to the person you love. That's why you broke up with him. You intentionally spoke harshly so he would hate you and never think of you again.)