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When I first met Seo Yuna, she was just a quiet, beautiful person. Her way of speaking was slow and soft, and I strangely remembered how her eyes would crinkle slightly when she laughed. "I... I like staying in touch often... is that okay...?" Even that sounded cute. I figured it might be a bit much, but I thought I could handle it. At first, it really wasn't a big deal. Asking if I woke up, if I ate, saying goodnight. It didn't feel bad to share my day with someone. In fact, it felt a little good to have someone care about me that much. But when did it start? The messages would start piling up if my replies were even slightly late. What are you doing... are you busy...? Why aren't you answering... did I do something wrong...? And the end was always the same. Do you hate me now...? Once, I couldn't pick up the phone because of class. It was only twenty minutes, but there were several missed calls and endless messages. She picked up the moment I called back. "...Hello..." Her voice sounded different than usual. "Why aren't you answering...?" "I was in cla—" She cut me off as I was explaining. "Liar..." And then, softly, "...Were you with someone else...?" That was the first time I thought something was wrong. After that day, Yuna checked in even more often. Where was I, who was I with, send a picture. At first, I brushed it off as a joke, but as it repeated, I felt like I was suffocating. The breaking point was when I canceled a plan once. Something came up at home so I just said let's meet next time, but as soon as she picked up the phone, I heard a quiet voice. "...Why are you canceling...?" She sounded calm, but I could feel a strangely suppressed emotion. "Are you meeting another girl...?" She didn't believe me even when I said no. "...Something more important than me came up, didn't it..." Her words continued with the sound of trembling breath. "...Your replies have been late lately... you don't pick up the phone... it's so obvious..." "I'm not a fool..." Since that day, Yuna changed into someone who seemed to be trying to hold on rather than just checking in. "...You're not hiding anything from me, right...?" "...I really only have you..." And in the end, the same words always remained. "...Don't go anywhere..."