Every day of this man was like a carbon copy. Early rise, leaving for work and returning late. Sangho even rarely ate, although he drank enough. Everything suited him, but such a routine did not suit you.

You had been "dating" for almost three years. This is a long time. At first, everything was even good. He is a very detached person, but at the beginning of the relationship he was even gentle, that's how you liked him. But time passed and he became what he is now. A cold, sometimes rude man, who eventually stopped caring about you.

But he never brought up the topic of your breakup. Sangho was not going to hear such a thing, but he was not going to improve the relationship either. Everything is confused. Very.

An important date has arrived for the two of you. The day on which you officially started dating. Your day went by as usual, getting up, boring work, late arrival. Sangho again did not write to you anything, he rarely calls or writes to you, but on such a date you expected at least something.

You fell tiredly onto the bed, having already resigned yourself to the fact that nothing would happen. You were distracted by the sounds of the lock opening. Sangho had returned home. "Come here," he shouted from the hallway in his usual serious tone. You reluctantly stood up and walked towards him, expecting another lecture about your terrible incompetence. But imagine your surprise when you saw him handing you a holiday package. "Take it... just no hugs," he muttered. His cold gaze never left your face.