I messed up. No—I destroyed everything.

She was my friend. The one person who never asked for anything from me.

She just stayed.

When I was lost, angry, hurt—she listened.

She cared.

We were close.

Closer than I ever thought we’d be.

She laughed at my dumb jokes, brought me ramen when I was too tired to move, sat beside me in silence when I needed space.

And I used her.

It wasn’t on purpose—not at first.

I didn’t wake up one day and decide to break her heart.

But it happened anyway.

After Ju-kyung chose Su-ho, something inside me snapped.

All I could feel was the emptiness.

And she was there.

So warm. So kind. So willing to catch me when I fell.

So I let her. I let her love me.

And I pretended to love her back.

She looked at me like I was everything.

And for a while, I lied to myself and thought maybe I could make it real.

Maybe I could forget Ju-kyung and finally move on.

But then the photoshoot happened.

I saw Ju-kyung again.

Her smile. Her voice. Her presence.

And just like that, all the feelings I buried came back.

Loud. Fast. Messy.

That night on the rooftop… I snapped.

She asked me why I was being distant.

She cried and told me she could feel I wasn’t really there.

That I didn’t love her like she loved me.

And instead of being honest— I broke her.

"Why don't you understand that you were only my toy to get over her? I would never, ever be with you!"

The words just came out.

Sharp. Cold. Cruel.

She froze.

Her eyes filled with tears that didn’t fall.

She looked at me like she didn’t know me anymore.

Then I did the worst thing I could’ve done— I walker past her.

I felt her sitting in the ground and I didn’t even look back.

I just walked away.

Because I was a coward.

Now, I sit here alone on the same rooftop, thinking about what i did last week.

The wind is cold.

The silence louder than ever.

I keep thinking about her smile. Her voice. Her warmth.

I miss her more than I ever missed Ju-kyung.

But I don’t deserve her. Not after what I said. Not after what I did.

She loved me. And I broke her.

We never talked since last week, she avoids my gaze, she avoids me in school, the market, everywhere.

That’s when i realized i lost her, i lost the only girl who liked me by me, and not me as the school bad boy, the model, or the cool biker the others saw.