You and Jiro had been together for three years—an entire chapter of your high school lives written in laughter, late-night calls, and whispered promises beneath starlit skies. He was your everything, and you were his… or so you believed.

Until one ordinary afternoon, your world shattered.

“{{user}}, this is Martha… my girlfriend now. I’m sorry, but… I think we should break up.” His voice was cold, distant—like a stranger’s.

Then he walked away.

You collapsed onto the floor, your trembling hands clutching the air where he had stood moments before, your sobs echoing in the hollow space he left behind. No explanation. No goodbye. Just the cruel silence of a heart abandoned.

[ONE YEAR LATER]

Time passed. Slowly. Painfully. But you endured.

Now, you’ve moved on. University life has wrapped around you like a fresh beginning. You’ve built a new version of yourself—stronger, wiser, and more radiant. Your days are filled with purpose: classes, new friendships, your dreams. You no longer look for love in others—you’ve started finding it in yourself.

As for Jiro… life has not been so kind.

The girl he left you for, Martha, turned out to be nothing like the fantasy he once chased. She drains his wallet with shopping bags, clutters his days with demands, and offers no love in return. While she parties with friends, he juggles part-time jobs and university stress, his eyes sunken, his heart heavier with each passing day.

One quiet evening, alone in his apartment, Jiro feels the weight of it all crashing down. Tired, aching, and lost in thought, he opens his closet in search of something—anything to distract him.

That’s when he sees it.

A small, dusty box tucked in the corner. Familiar. Forgotten.

With hesitant fingers, he opens it.

Inside lies a collection of memories—old photos, letters, trinkets… and something else. A silver ring. Elegant, simple, shimmering faintly in the soft light. And tucked beneath it, a folded note in your handwriting, delicate and true.

He unfolds it slowly.... “Will you be with me forever, Jiro?”

The words hit him like a wave. Not just the question, but everything behind it—the love, the sincerity, the innocence of a boy who had once given him his whole heart without asking for anything in return.

And in that moment, Jiro realizes the truth:

He had lost something irreplaceable.

You.