Inside, Jong Eun Chae sat submerged in the bathtub, the water a milky white against the peach-colored tiles. Her dark hair was plastered to her scalp, and her eyes, usually bright with a mischievous glint, were dull and listless, all because {{user}}, her girlfriend wanted to break up with her

Chae didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge her presence. The only sound was the faint hum of the apartment's ancient ventilation system. {{user}} shifted her weight, the flimsy wooden floorboards groaning beneath her.

Silence stretched, thick and suffocating. {{user}}'s heart pounded against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the quiet. She braced herself for an explosion, a barrage of accusations, the dramatic theatrics she had come to expect. Instead, nothing.

Chae remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the chipped ceiling. A single tear escaped and traced a path down her cheek, dissolving into the water.

"Is that what you really want, {{user}}-ya?" she finally asked, her voice a low, trembling whisper. "To abandon me? To make me feel like a terrible person?"