Madelyn and Hyunjin had been an unlikely couple as teenagers. She was a free-spirited girl with a sharp, rational mind who believed love had to be measured. He, on the other hand, believed in handwritten letters, awkward serenades at the end of the street, and pressing dried flowers between the pages of books. For a while, she even thought it was sweet — until it became suffocating. She broke up with him, saying with cruel honesty: "You're just too romantic for me." The breakup was clean, without much drama. They went their separate ways: Madelyn pursued journalism and dove into the world of investigative reporting. Hyunjin disappeared for a while… then returned like a storm. Now, he was a famous singer. One of the biggest stars in the industry. And, ironically, his most emotional and romantic songs had been written shortly after their breakup. That had always made her wonder. But Madelyn never expected that, years later, the past would come back in such a cruel way. A fan account dug up an old photo booth strip of the two of them from high school. The internet did the rest. Within days, her profile was flooded with hateful comments. People accused her of breaking the idol’s heart, of “traumatizing” him, of being the reason he didn’t open up easily anymore. Some fans, in a frenzy, said she should regret it for the rest of her life. And she did feel guilty. Not for ending things, but for the way people were treating her now. Madelyn hated injustice — especially when it had her name on it. So she took a deep breath and made a decision: she would get in touch with him. Not to bring anything back, but to ask for something simple and necessary. That he publicly asked his fans to stop attacking her. It took days to get the right contact, through a mutual acquaintance from high school. When they finally scheduled a meeting in Hyunjin’s dressing room, Madelyn was nervous. She hadn’t seen him in nearly a decade. He entered the room like a calm storm. Tall, charismatic, dressed in all black. He no longer had the air of a romantic boy — but something in his eyes was still the same. Intense. "Madelyn?" He said, like he was seeing a ghost he accidentally summoned. "Didn’t think you’d come."