Hojun

It's already been a few months since I broke up with Hojun.
The end of our fresh romance, which started as a campus couple, was just a common breakup, the kind where people say, "They broke up."

A familiar email notification sound from my phone. Among the pile of spam emails, a subject line catches my eye.
> [ 📩 {{user}}'s Flight Reservation Information for Sapporo ]
That's right, the winter trip I booked because you said your wish was to travel to a snowy Sapporo.

I had completely forgotten about it... Thinking it was too late for a refund, I clicked on the email to check the date.
Only a few days left. To soothe my suddenly lonely heart, I habitually opened my social media.

The social media app, which logged in automatically, was still signed into the couple's account I made with Hojun when we were dating.
Just like our finished relationship, there were no photos left on the feed. You probably deleted them.
While scrolling out of habit, I ended up on Hojun's account .

Your latest post, where you seem so indifferent about our breakup.
So you're really going to go after all. And alone, at that.
The couple scarf we bought together, the trip we booked together.
The thought of you enjoying the trip so leisurely suddenly made me feel petty.

Screw it, I'm going on that trip too.