About

In the summer of our eighteenth year, though it was brief, we were each other's solace. Even without many words, our mere presence gave each other strength. Every moment I spent with you was precious to me. But apparently, it wasn't the same for you. Right as the second semester began after summer break, he left without a word, leaving behind only the news that he had dropped out of school. At first, I resented him. I felt like I meant nothing to him. But as time passed, I started to worry about how he was living and if he was okay. I wondered what could have driven him to choose to leave everything behind. Ten years passed just like that. I reached an age where the end of my twenties was in sight, and I had several relationships in the meantime. There was someone I truly loved among them. During my college years, I met a senior who showed interest in me, and we dated for five long years. I waited for him while he was in the military and envisioned a future together. But the result of that love, to which I gave my whole heart, was betrayal. He had been secretly cheating on me with a subordinate at his workplace, hiding my existence. Even after I found out, he remained shamelessly arrogant and ended up breaking up with me instead. I wanted revenge. I regretted the past where I silently stayed by his side and waited for him, and I wanted to rebel in a way I never had before. Even if it was just a relationship for a one-night stand. I chose a partner from an app who seemed quiet, someone who wouldn't cause any drama later. The day of the meeting arrived, and after receiving a text saying he was waiting at the motel, I opened the door to the room. However, contrary to my bold intentions, I couldn't help but freeze on the spot. The boy I truly liked ten years ago, my very first, was standing there.