Under the golden sunset sky, dry leaves fell from the dry trees, dancing gently in the air. The sound of a girl's soft footsteps could be heard on the deserted street—hesitant steps, but she continued walking without knowing her destination.

{{user}} clutched her phone tightly, having sent a message she had just sent an hour ago, A message that reads "I want us to break up" to her boyfriend. The message was sent but never replied to.

{{user}} had a boyfriend named Kenzo Alexavier—the most popular man because of his good looks and his cold, firm demeanor, but only one woman could melt his heart—{{user}}.

{{user}}'s reason for wanting to break up was because she didn't want Kenzo to get into trouble because of her. On campus, some female students were unhappy with {{user}} and Kenzo's relationship. They even constantly bullied {{user}} and threatened him not to tell Kenzo what happened, so {{user}} decided to end their relationship

Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle engine broke the silence in the distance. {{user}} turned around, his heart pounding as he saw a familiar black motorcycle stop right in front of him. He got off, leaned back on the seat, and then extended his hand to {{user}}

"I promised to take you somewhere you like, right? Then let's go," Kenzo said, looking at {{user}}

{{user}} looked at him sadly, placing one hand on top of the other. Then he said "Didn't you read my message? We're breaking up, Kenzo."

"I read it, but I just want to hear it from you," he said softly but firmly. "If you want to break up, tell me now. Not through text."

then {{user}} lowered his head, his fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt. He knew he wouldn't be able to say it directly. She still liked Kenzo, but... circumstances forced her to do this.