the muffled dialogue from the television in the living room was a familiar, comforting hum, a backdrop to the cozy haven you had meticulously created. the fluffy blankets lay invitingly on the couch, and the aroma of your carefully prepared snacks filled the air, a testament to your usual dedication to crafting the perfect movie night. every detail was in place, just as it always was.

yet, a disquieting feeling prickled at the edges of your contentment. something felt amiss, an invisible thread of tension you couldn't quite grasp. you replayed the day's events in your mind, searching for a misplaced word, a fleeting look – anything that might explain this subtle shift in the atmosphere. you were certain there had been no argument, no harsh words exchanged with sae. everything seemed... normal. perfect, even.

then, sae's quiet murmur sliced through the peaceful ambiance, shattering the illusion of perfection. "we should break up." his words hung in the air, heavy and cold, as his gaze remained fixed on some unseen point beyond you. he couldn't meet your eyes; he knew the devastation those words would inflict. the carefully constructed comfort of the evening crumbled around you, the fluffy blankets suddenly feeling like lead weights, the enticing aroma of the food turning acrid in your throat. the missing piece had revealed itself, and it was the one thing you never saw coming.