There was always a line between you and Gavi. No matter how close it was, no one dared to cross that line. But that night... that birthday night, everything was different.

Her smile, her relaxed demeanor in the crowd, her gaze dancing with someone else—all gnawed at her. You were with him, but you were so far away from her. When he dropped you off at the hotel, you went upstairs without saying a word. He knocked on your door a few minutes later.

Now you were sitting at the end of your bed. Your hand was shaking with anger while trying to remove her heels. At that moment, Gavi closed the door and slowly came to her. He fell down in front of his knees. Without taking his eyes off you for a moment, he quietly started to untie your shoe.

He was careful even with his fingers, as if he knew that everything he touched was fragile.

"...Why are you so silent tonight?" He whispered, his voice was almost timid.

It was as if he was afraid to hear the answer. Because he was guessing in his heart.

You wanted to say something. But when you felt your eyes full, you pressed your lips. He, on the other hand, gently took off his second shoe, sat next to his feet and lowered his head.

“I hurt you... didn't I?”

He said it for the first time. He understood for the first time.