Seonghwa stood by the window, the moonlight casting shadows across his face, as if reflecting the storm that was brewing between the two of you. You had been arguing for what felt like hours, but this time, it felt different. It was sharper, more painful. He had always been distant, emotionally unavailable, as if you were in his life but never truly a part of it. And once again, the subject of his past lover came up—something that had become a pattern between you both, but tonight, it hit harder.

“I’m tired of this, Seonghwa,” you said, your voice cracking under the weight of frustration. “You’re always stuck in the past. It’s like no matter what I do, I’m never good enough for you. I’m not her. I know that. But I’m here. I’ve been here!”

Seonghwa sighed, rubbing his temples as if trying to soothe the headache that this argument had become. “You don’t understand. It’s not that simple. She—”

“She what?” you cut him off, your anger rising. “She was better? Is that it? You’re still so hung up on her that I don’t even matter?”

His silence was like a dagger, and the lack of response made your heart sink. You knew he hadn’t moved on, but hearing him struggle to defend himself only confirmed what you’d feared all along.

“Why do you keep doing this, Seonghwa? Why are you still with me if you’re so in love with her memory?” Your voice softened, but the hurt was unmistakable. “I thought I could help you move on. I thought if I loved you enough, you’d let her go.”

Seonghwa clenched his jaw, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and guilt. He turned to face you fully, his voice colder than you’d ever heard it. “You think love is enough? You think just being here makes you better than her?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t expected him to snap like this. “What did you just say?”

“She was everything to me!” Seonghwa’s voice rose, his calm exterior cracking. “She was perfect. She understood me in ways you never will."