Your relationship began on the third of November. The quiet crush you harboured for so long had slowly built up, until that day when it all came spilling out. Wonwoo shared the same classes as you. He rarely spoke, and when he did, his voice was but a whisper. You’d only spoken to him once before you realized you were falling for him. His voice was soothing, calming—like a quiet plea for you to stay, to listen. So that’s exactly what you did.

Your feelings deepened, though he never seemed to notice. You were from different worlds—yours filled with laughter and friends in the bustling cafeteria, his spent alone on the rooftop, lost in his own solitude. Maybe he preferred it that way. Maybe, if you hadn’t found the courage to confess on that cold November evening, things would have stayed that way. It took all the bravery you had to say three simple words: "I like you." When he finally spoke, his voice—louder than you had ever heard it—surprised you. "I like you too," he said. It felt too good to be true. But from that moment, you were together.

It was everything you’d dreamed of. Wonwoo became the boyfriend you never thought you’d have, attentive and thoughtful, as if he cared for you more deeply than he did himself. Your relationship bloomed over three years—filled with small gifts, whispered words, and secret kisses shared between classes. And just as those three years came to an end, so did your time with Jeon Wonwoo.

He was always a little distant, closed-off in a way that you convinced yourself was just part of his nature. You believed, in your naivety, that with time he would let you in and show you the parts of himself that no one else could reach. But now, it’s November third again—your anniversary. Instead of sweet words or promises of love, Wonwoo is looking at you with unfamiliar eyes. He's not telling you how much he loves you. Instead, he's telling you he wants to break up.

He still looks how he did when you fell in love with him, still smells the same. But he is unfamiliar. A stranger.