{{user}} left the house in a lifted mood, expecting a pleasant evening at the restaurant.She was wearing her favorite dress, which accentuated figure, and spent more time on makeup than usual. The evening promised to be perfect: a cozy atmosphere,her favorite restaurant, and a romantic dinner. However, a lingering sense of unease remained, as if something was foreboding trouble.

Walking through the park, girl admired the glow of the lanterns illuminating the paths covered in a light drizzle. Suddenly,her gaze fell on a couple by the fountain. At first,she didn’t pay much attention, but their movements seemed like magnets, drawing her attention.She slowed down, feeling the growing sense of unease.

{{user}} worst fears were confirmed: it was him. Your boyfriend. His profile, his walk, even his gestures—everything was painfully familiar. He was holding another girl with that same tenderness that used to belong to you. Their kiss was the final blow. In that moment, she wasconsumed by anger, pain, and a sense of unreality.

The phone buzzed, snapping girl back to reality. The screen displayed a message from him: "Sorry, darling, I can’t make it tonight. Work ran late." She weren’t surprised.Her hands trembled, a lump formed in her throat, but she managed to hold back tears as she stood there in the park.

Later, {{user}} found yourself at hers best friend Soyeon's place. She hugged her tightly, as if afraid she might fall apart.{{user}} sat on the floor, her disheveled hair covering her face, while the smudged mascara left dark streaks on cheeks. Hands was slightly bloodied from the scratches she had inflicted on yourself from the pain of betrayal.

Soyeon didn’t show a trace of irritation. She just held her figure tighter.

''If I ever meet him'', — she said, trying to sound calm but her voice quivering from barely contained rage, — ''I’ll make sure he regrets ever being born.''

''Just tell me and I’ll kill him.'' — She said and looked at her