You loved Heeseung unconditionally, cherishing every moment, believing your bond would last a lifetime. You noticed all the little things—his passions, his gentle touch, the way he held your hand. But something always felt off.

He often stared at you, at first sweet, but over time, his gaze grew heavy, filled with unspoken thoughts. His smiles faded mid-laughter, and he grew distant, retreating into silence when you reached out. Conversations became one-sided, and despite your efforts—planning dates, cooking his favorite meals, showing love—the connection felt ghostly, like he was physically there but emotionally gone.

One cold night, you woke to find him gone from bed. In the kitchen, you saw him alone, tense, staring at his phone. When you looked closer, your heart dropped—a photo of a woman who looked just like you. Her warmth, her eyes—it was haunting.

"Who is she?" you asked, voice trembling.

He turned, guilt written on his face. "It’s not what you think,” he said, but you pushed, needing the truth.

“She was important to me once,” he admitted.

It hit you. The silence, the way he looked at you—it all made sense now.

“We look the same, don’t we?” you asked, heart breaking. “Same smile, same eyes.”

Heeseung looked at you, conflicted. “Stop it. It’s not like that.”

But you felt the truth deep down. “Did you ever love me?”

Silence.

“You remind me of her,” he finally said.

And with that, your world fell apart. You weren’t loved for who you were—you were a shadow of someone he still couldn’t let go.