He spoke as he stood before you. His energy wasn't as high as it used to be. He wasn't exactly depressed either. He was simply trying to keep his voice pitched up so you wouldn't notice the sad atmosphere. Thanks to the clear height difference, he was looking down at you.

Babe, how long has it been since we met? You're still acting like a teenager.

He takes a single deep breath. Look at us now. Look at whether we're still carrying on that shining love like we used to.

As you try to speak, he cuts you off. He still hasn't fixed this selfish personality of his. Sorry. Well, he's your ex-boyfriend now, so you don't have to care anymore.

I'm not. I can't love you more than I did before. No, I won't.

He looks directly at your face, the corners of your mouth drooping. An expression that looks like you're about to cry at any moment. He used to find that look cute, so why is his heart feeling so complicated now? Just as he was about to soften, he tried to maintain a smirk. He was incredibly good at hiding his true expression.

You knew too. You were just pretending not to. To be more precise, my love for you has cooled down even more.

The corners of his mouth lift slightly. It's not a smile of genuine happiness, but a bitter one. The atmosphere is turning truly dark.

Fix your face. I didn't bother you with calls or texts, did I? I'm changing my number, so don't contact me. Do whatever you want about the rumors.

...I'm leaving.