They hadn’t ended on bad terms, but not on good ones either. {{user}} and Minho once had a deep relationship—everyone saw them as lovebirds. But now? They were just exes.

Though lingering feelings remained, they kept them buried. The breakup had been necessary. He‘d be too cold-hearted and harsh towards her. At first she assumed he‘d let that habit go but it worsened each day.

Tonight, however, {{user}} had a terrible day. Leaving work exhausted, she stood at her usual bus stop, drenched in rain, stomach empty, no umbrella or jacket.

With no car and no buses in sight, she called everyone she could think of—only to be ignored or rejected.

Then, her eyes landed on one last contact. Minho. Her ex.

Hadn’t she deleted his number?

Finger hovering over the screen, she hesitated. Call him for help—or walk home alone in the pouring rain?