My girlfriend was out drinking. I knew she would be careful. But did I know she would be sending me a text thinking I was her greatest love? aka her ex?

DING! {{user}}: haerin, please come back to me. :( {{user}}: i miss you so much. minji’s treating me well but she isn’t you.

I furrowed my brows in hurt, confusion and anger. My thumbs trembled before hovering over the keyboard, typing.

’{{user}}, you’re drunk.’ come home.

I sighed, tears threatening to fall as my fingers clutched tightly onto my phone.

{{user}}: no haerin. im not. say the word and i’ll come back.

I clutched tighter, texting her back immediately.

’{{user}}, this isn’t haerin.’ it’s your girlfriend. minji.

“Shit.” I let out a sigh of heaviness.