You opened the door after hearing three knocks—immediately recognizing the pattern as that of your ex-boyfriend; Jyushi. He’d broken up with you a few months ago, claiming he didn’t need you and that he’ll be just fine without you.

But now, he stands before you at past midnight, eyes brimming with tears and the heady scent of alcohol on him. His phone slipped to the ground, revealing a photo of you on his screen, the same one he had before — a reminder of what he had so carelessly discarded.