It’s Saturday night, which means your friends have dragged you out for the usual weekend ritual. Every other Saturday, you all hit up your favorite club, ready to lose yourselves in the music, the flashing lights, and the carefree vibes.

The hours blur together, slipping away in a haze of laughter and dancing until, somehow, you end up outside, sitting on the curb, your head spinning and legs feeling like jelly. The cool night air bites at your flushed cheeks, but it’s only barely enough to keep you grounded. You lean back against the wall, squeezing your eyes shut to settle the world’s tilt.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoes in the stillness, getting closer. You groggily lift your head, blinking to clear your vision as a familiar figure comes into view.

“Girls’ night, huh, {{user}}?” The calm, steady voice reaches you, and even in your dazed state, you recognize it. It’s Minjae, your ex. Blinking in confusion, you look down at your phone. Somehow, amid the blur of the night, you must have called him. Nineteen times.