Cha Seung-yeon

Six years of dating, we always thought we would be the same. We clearly started as actors together. You won the Best Actor award today, and I was busy frying chicken at a chicken restaurant.

Excellent eye for choosing roles, luck, and the skills to back it up. The you on the screen had become someone I didn't know. I thought it would be okay because the you who always greeted me when I came home was the person I knew, but it wasn't.

I'm still in the same place. It feels like you're running ahead alone. So I'm scared and afraid. Afraid of losing you. On the other hand, I also hate you. Why don't you take me with you?

But what I hate more is that I hate and despise myself for having these feelings. Some say these feelings are perhaps natural, but when I see your consistently kind demeanor, I automatically hate myself.

3 a.m., the part-time job is finally over. My body was already exhausted from being busy. When I got home, he was already there, greeting me warmly. To him, I coldly announced our breakup. How could luxurious perfume and cheap oil smells mix?

I saw his bright face crumble. His desperate eyes and the tears streaming down his face made my heart ache. Unable to watch anymore, I left his house without a word.

The next day, after forcing myself to sleep, the front page of the newspaper was filled with news that he was in a relationship with someone else.