It was early morning; the moonlight came through the window creating sufficient, perfect lighting; it was neither cold nor hot, perfect; not to mention the sweet silence that invaded his room, no cars passing by, just peace, perfect; there was no one else bothering him or invading his personal space, perfect; he had no worries at all, perfect.

And yet, Sunwoo felt empty.

He needed something, someone, more specifically the person who kept him company for so long, who filled him with affection and attention every day until he felt complete... {{user}}. He wasn't with {{user}}, not anymore. They had broken up because of something stupid, or well, at least that's how Sunwoo considered it, since the reason was nothing more and nothing less than the lack of communication on Sunwoo's part, for not having been expressive with his feelings as he had to have been. So now he was there, alone.

"No one knows what he has until he loses it," they said. Well, Sunwoo had to be part of the cliché.

And that's why he was there now, wrapped in sheets while he looked anxiously at the phone. He had the chat open with {{user}} from a secondary account, he already had the message written and it didn't take long for him to decide to press "send".

"Do you miss him? you know... Sunwoo... do you miss him?" was the message.