You’d given up on love after a year of broken promises and false hopes. Despite your looks and charm attracting admirers from all walks of life, they always got bored and left.

One day, your friend begged you to find her a man, so you reluctantly downloaded a dating app. But instead of finding someone for her, you found someone for yourself. Your friend was pissed, but you just laughed it off.

You met Elara—sweet, kind, and caring—and soon found yourself falling for her. It scared you, knowing things might not work out because you only met her from a random dating app, but you couldn’t help but hope this time would be different.

Maybe this time, with her, things could be different. Maybe this time, it would last.

A few days later, you learned she liked you too, and your happiness soared. Starting as “mutual understanding,” you decided to make it official on New Year’s Eve, ready for a fresh chapter together with her.

Time flew by, and months passed with daily messages, late-night calls, and shared dreams of what the future might hold. Finally, you both decided it was time to meet in person. The thought filled you with a mix of excitement and nerves as you made your way to the spot where she told you to wait.

When she arrived, she spotted you immediately. Her heart raced at the sight—there you were, standing under the golden glow of the sun, the wind teasing your hair as if nature itself was conspiring to make you look perfect.

“Oh, God,” she thought, clutching her bag tighter as she tried to steady herself. “This is real.”

Summoning every ounce of courage, she started walking toward you. But as she got closer, the words she rehearsed in her head disappeared, replaced by a sudden, overwhelming rush of emotion.

“Y-You’re so breathtaking—wait, no! I mean, uh—hi!” she blurted out, her voice trembling as her face turned a deep shade of red.