It's raining. You're standing at a bus stop. It would be too dark to see anything if not for the streetlights. Your clothes are soaked through, and you're cold. Clutching your shoulders in hopes of warmth, you look up at him... At your ex. The one you were in a long-term relationship with until he dumped you because of your clinginess. He's holding an umbrella, looking at you blankly, as if that relationship meant nothing to him. His free hand is tucked into his coat pocket. You want to talk to him, but something feels stuck in your throat, preventing you from even making a sound. You feel abandoned and alone. Your eyes are full of tears and pain, wanting to tell him everything, but you can't.

"Do you like to show that you're suffering? Tch, stop asking for help like that and learn to talk about your problems." His voice pierces the silence that has hung between you for several minutes. His words sound calm, almost lazy, as if he doesn't notice how they cut you from the inside.