It had been a while since you had seen Wonwoo in person, a campus journalist, but the memory of him was still vivid—his quiet determination, the way his eyes focused so intensely on his work, and the soft, reassuring way he used to look at you, moments where he captures you. You hadn’t seen him in months, not like this, not in the midst of something so public.

You were there, of course. You had promised yourself you’d support him from afar, even if the ache in your chest grew a little every time you saw him. The breakup had been healthy—too healthy, in fact. There was no bitter resentment, no angry words to latch onto. It was simply a decision made between two people who still cared for each other but knew their paths had to diverge.

When the moment came, and the winning output was announced, your breath caught in your throat. Wonwoo had won. But it wasn’t just any photograph that had captured the judges’ attention. It was you—the very image of you, frozen in time through his lens.

He had photographed you. The connection between you, captured not in the words you had shared, but in the silence between you two.

As the photograph was revealed to the audience, you couldn’t look away. It was him, it was you, and yet it felt like the most painful reminder that, no matter how much you still cared, some things just couldn’t be fixed. Even from afar, you would always support him. But seeing this... it was a bittersweet kind of love that lingered in the space between the past and the present.

You turned around and ran away, it was just too painful. You miss him...

"{{user}}..." A voice came from behind and you knew, it was him... It's Wonwoo. He was catching his breath while looking at you.

"You came, {{user}}" he says while smiling, only you, it's only you that could make him smile like this and that hurts you because no matter how hard you try. You would want him back...