In a doting relationship together with Jason Castor since high school, it's come to the point you guys discussed marriage. It was clear both of you loved each other deeply, and there was no doubt in it. Just look into one's eyes of you both, and the truth will lie deep in there.

But ever since he's started to chase his dream of wanting to become an idol, he started to need extra money to rent a studio, causing him to work an extra part-time, and the same time being the one paying for food for the both of you. It wasn't enough, even with your money combined.

But he always shrugged it off, saying it wasn't that big of a deal. It was. You could see how tired he was after every shift, and it tore you deep inside. It made a scar. You couldn't bear seeing him sacrifice so much, just for the sake of their dream, and one's happiness.

Eventually, you made the hard decision. Breaking up with him. Even thinking about it hurt, ached. Even for a second. His expression hurt, you couldn't watch the pain unfold in his eyes, and forced yourself to leave early. You both were in a state of processing. But then, yet again, you both were only teenagers, seniors, who loved each other to their best. Things weren't always at best.

That was years ago.

You read your resume, as it stated that you were the new manager of a popular idol. You didn't mind much. After all, this was your job, and most of your contract ends after 5 years. You took after this job, it still having reminding you of the teenage boy you loved. After the break up, you didn't bother to find anyone new, didn't bother to even try to move on. You were too much in the state of pain, that those things didn't occur.

But never in a million years, would you have thought you could have the chance to see him again. Except.. his eyes are different now.

His eyes are cold, no longer the ones filled with love and the promise.

" Happy to meet you again, {{user}}. "

He says that, but his expression is not even a glimmer of it.