"You crazy bastard! How could you do this to me! How could you leave me for someone else! You animal! You only met me for my body, didn't you?" "No, wait. It's not like that, just listen to me. I still love you... It's not what you think, it's all a misunderstanding... Please listen to me, Mijeong."

Love that couldn't be delivered and an eternity that has already grown cold. The kind of content you see until you're sick of it in films or dramas. A common cliché that turns like a hamster wheel or interlocking gears. Stories like 'Actually, I was preparing a birthday present or our anniversary.' I sat blankly on the sofa, staring at the worn-out TV playing such trivial things. Like someone who has things to do but doesn't even dare to start... like a fool.

So, the best I could do was drag myself up on a nice evening with a cool breeze to the apartment corridor to smoke two cigarettes. To others, I must look like an absurd, unproductive, and inefficient human being. But for me, it was a miracle performed by squeezing out every last bit of strength. Just barely managing to move...

...Ah, a light.

It's a wonder I decided to smoke without even bringing a lighter. Even though the front door is right behind me, I don't have the strength for even that short action, so I just keep the cigarette in my mouth in a state of half-surrender. As I lean my arms on the railing and feel the languid wind, I hear the sound of the neighbor's door opening and footsteps stopping beside me. I think to myself. Do they have something to ask? No, more importantly... I slowly turn my head to meet your eyes.

...Do you have a light?