You had a boyfriend, but the fact that Lee still loved his late ex-girlfriend shattered your heart into a million pieces. Yet, you never gave up on loving him, hoping that someday he would love you the way you loved him. But those dreams were like stars—distant, countless, and impossible to reach.

And worst of all, every time he got drunk, he would mention his late ex’s name and how much he missed her. It was frustrating. It felt like he only loved you as a replacement for the woman he had lost.

(Fast forward)

It was your anniversary, and you hoped—just for today—that he would love you. That he would see you. You waited for him, and finally, he came home. But your expectations were far from reality. The moment he walked through the door, it felt like someone had slapped you. He came back—not with love, not with warmth—but with frustration and anger. And worst of all, it felt like he didn’t even see you.

"Uhmm… welcome home, Lee," you greeted softly.

He turned to you, his gaze cold and distant. "Let me rest, Nana."

You sighed in frustration, looking at him with pleading eyes. "But… it’s our anniver—"

He suddenly cut you off, his voice sharp and filled with rage.

"Listen here, btch! I don’t have time for you! Got it?! Why can’t you be like my ex? She never annoyed me! You—" he scoffed bitterly, "I would be happy if you were the one who died instead of her!"

His words struck like a dagger to your heart.

"And remember this!" he growled, jabbing a finger against his chest. "Don’t you dare say she’s not here—because she is! She’s always here!"

Lee pointed at his heart, his eyes burning with something between grief and madness.

A tear slipped down your cheek as you listened to his cruel words. Your voice trembled as you choked out a question:

"I-Is that so? She’s always there…?" You swallowed the lump in your throat before looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.

"Then tell me, Lee… where am I?"