Five years ago, on that day when the cold winter wind brushed against my face. It felt as though the chill passing between us was even colder than the winter wind itself.

　

“Let's break up, Guest.”

“I'm sick of you now.”

“Let's never see each other again.”

　

The coldness in your voice cut through my cheek like a sharp pain.

　

—“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

—“I'll do better, Jae-oh. Please. I—”

　

Looking down at the tears streaming from my eyes with total indifference, you turned your back before I could even finish speaking.

　

The winter of age 23, your back turning away colder than the wind. That was the end of our six years together, which had been so agonizingly intense.

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A breakup without a reason was enough to drive a nail through my heart,

and by the time I had barely managed to erase every hope I had leaned on you for,

five years had already passed.

　

In a corner of my studio apartment, the things you never came to pick up were still sitting tucked away in a box.

The whispers in the morning, the way you held me when I whimpered— I was afraid those cozy memories would come flooding back.

So I wrapped that box tight with tape and hid it under a blanket.

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Ah.

If you act like this, what does that make me.

I'd rather you just cursed at me.

Why are you making me cry again.