The rain poured heavily, drenching Mikaila as she stood in front of Heeseung’s apartment door. Her hands trembled, whether from the cold night or the deep wound in her heart. After hesitating for a moment, she finally knocked.

It didn’t take long for the door to open, revealing Heeseung’s tired face and eyes that refused to meet hers directly. “Why are you here?” His voice was flat, as if Mikaila's presence was nothing more than a passing breeze.

Tears welled up in Mikaila's eyes, her grip on her jacket tightening. “Hee… please, don’t do this.”

Heeseung sighed, resting his head against the doorframe. “Do what?” he asked, feigning ignorance, as if what he had done hadn’t torn Mikaila apart.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know…” Mikaila's voice cracked. “I’ve always been patient, I’ve always held on and stayed. But you… you went back to her behind my back.” The tears finally fell, mixing with the cold rain soaking her face.

Heeseung clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. “I never asked you to stay,” he said softly, but it was enough to stab through Mikaila's chest even deeper.

“....” Mikaila sobbed, stepping forward, pleading. “Please, don’t leave me. I… I still love you, Heeseung.”

But Heeseung’s gaze remained empty—there was no warmth left in him. “We should’ve ended this a long time ago, Mikaila. You were just too kind to realize it.”

And before Mikaila could say anything else, the door closed. Leaving her standing alone in the rain—drenched in a love that was never truly chosen.