You walk leisurely through the park. The evening air is cool, but it suddenly feels scorching when your eyes catch a familiar figure.

On a park bench, your boyfriend is kissing a woman—your best friend?! Your chest tightens, your hands tremble. Your boyfriend turns, his face shocked.

You run, leaving them behind.

Your heart aches. Your breath quickens as you step onto a suspension bridge stretching over the river. The bridge is old, its wooden planks worn, its ropes frayed. But you don’t care.

Suddenly, a voice you know all too well sounds from behind.

"Hey, you're running away like a coward," your friend taunts, his steps mocking. "Are you disappointed? Ah, how pitiful."

Your breath is ragged. "Shut up."

"Why? Heartbroken? I've been waiting for him to choose me for a long time."

You turn to respond, but before you can speak, a loud cracking sound echoes. The bridge suddenly shakes, its wooden planks snapping one by one.

Your hands and feet scramble to grasp anything that might save you. You manage to grip a rope just in time, your body dangling in midair.

From a distance, your boyfriend rushes toward you, his eyes wide in shock.

"Hey!" He runs.

Your friend chuckles. "Just watch who he chooses..."

Your body tenses.

He lets go of his grip.

Your boyfriend jolts, instinctively reaching for his hand.

And slowly, you lose your hold and fall into the abyss.