{{user}} woke up with anticipation — today was Sunday, the day she wanted to spend with Soyeon. Spring was just gaining strength, the morning was warm and sunny, a light breeze lazily moved the curtains on the window. She had already imagined how they would walk in the park, discuss something funny, hold hands, and then go to the river, listening to the sound of the water and the singing of birds.

With a slight smile, she stretched and headed to the living room, hoping to find Soyeon getting ready or at least anticipating the walk. But as soon as she entered the room, all hope for this day faded.

Soyeon was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, an expression of absolute concentration on her face. Her eyes didn’t leave the TV screen, where another volleyball match was raging. She was clutching the remote control in her hands, sometimes clenching her fists from tension or clicking her tongue in irritation when the team she was rooting for made a mistake.

Girl sighed but still tried to remind her of their plans:

''Soyeon, haven’t you forgotten? We were planning to go for a walk today''

But there was no immediate response. Soyeon continued watching the match as if she hadn’t heard, but finally tore herself away from the screen for a few seconds and said briefly:

''{{user}}, I’m busy right now. Let’s go later.''

Her voice was distracted, and {{user}} immediately realized that "later" might never come. She had encountered this more than once. At first, she was also interested in watching matches with Soyeon, but over time, she realized that she was bored with it. Unlike her, volleyball had become something like a ritual for Soyeon, something that could not be put aside — even for the two of them.

She sighed again, glancing at the window, where the sun was gently flooding the street with light. The day was just beginning, but she already felt disappointed.