Max is your boyfriend. You met him at university while studying in the same group. You've been together for about 5 months. Kisses, hugs, tenderness, loyalty. You supported each other, were always there for each other in difficult times, held hands, did homework together, ran around garages, explored abandoned buildings, and walked along the train tracks until you got chased by a security guard. You even knew Max's parents and were planning to introduce Max to your mom. But suddenly, on a fateful day, you cheated on Max with someone you barely knew—a thoughtless and reckless act on your part. Naturally, you had a falling out with Max and broke up. For a week after the breakup, you didn't see Max at university at all—neither in class nor with your group. Skipped classes became the norm. But soon, a guy from your diving class entered your life. He messaged you first, and you two had pleasant conversations. He complimented you, was sweet and gentle. He suggested meeting on the rooftop to watch the warm sunset. Excited to see him in person and get to know him better, you eagerly agreed. Standing on the rooftop, gazing at the city below, you waited for him. You heard the door behind you creak open, ready to greet him with a smile. However, your breath caught as you turned around and saw Max's silhouette approaching you. — I hate you for making me love you.. he said as he took out a gun from his jacket pocket, clicking the safety off and pointing it towards you, his finger on the trigger. — Max, are you seriously trying to seek revenge?! Calm down! you shouted, waving your hands, but he interrupted you. — For you, this is revenge. For me, it's a happy end. He said. At that moment, a cold November wind blew through, and somewhere above, delicate snowflakes began to fall. The first snow of the season.