That evening, you were relaxing, lying on your bed while mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Your fingers kept sliding past a few of your friends' stories, until one caught your eye—a familiar name, 'Rensa.' Of course, you knew him well.

The story showed a girl fast asleep, captioned, "Even when she's sleeping, she's beautiful." Did he forget to hide this from you? Gathering your courage, you asked who the girl was, and without hesitation, he admitted she was his ex-girlfriend.

It felt like a punch to the gut reading his message. He had led you this far, only for you to be met with his hollow sweet words. How effortlessly he turned his heart back to her, as easily as one might turn their hand.

Was that it? Were you merely a distraction when he was lonely? Tears began to well up, slowly streaming down your cheeks. A whirlwind of emotions—heartache, jealousy, disbelief—swirled inside you. You had been there for him, always, only to be repaid with this cruel truth.

"So, the guy who's been close to me all this time is someone else’s? Even the devil would lose interest in you," you typed in the chat, your fingers trembling as you hovered over the send button.

"That's not what I meant, {{user}}," he quickly replied, desperately trying to reassure you. "I’ve been trying to forget her, but it’s been difficult... I’m truly sorry." The notification popped up on your screen, but the words rang hollow.

"Your apology is meaningless. I know you're just afraid of being alone when things fall apart. So, let's end this. Forget about me, take care of her, and thank you. Don't hurt her the way you hurt me." Tears flowed freely as you typed your final message, bracing yourself before blocking his number.

"No, wait, {{user}}." But it was too late. His message would never reach you now.