Calls were not answered. Texts were not replied. You stood by your window, figuring out what went wrong. You paced around your room, checking your phone occasionally for any response from your boyfriend, Sicheng.

There haven't been months since you said your sweetest yes to him. You would never forget how he carried your waist in the air with your noses touching passionately. How he held your hand after that. How he claimed to the world that you were his. Only his.

Tears started strolling down your cheeks again. It was not the first time, and it would never be the last time. You wiped your tears, frantically, checking over the messages and call records again. Again. And again.

That night, you're still crouched by your window, your mother came, her comfort useless and her words void forever.

"He's long gone, breathless. Yes, but, you must try to accept it."