Right now, exactly one month, four days, eight hours and thirteen seconds have passed since the end of my relationship with this guy in my university. Kim Heechul.

Sixteen seconds now…

You see I’m not depressed about it or something. Frankly speaking, when it comes to personal things I never tend to really cry. No matter how hard I sometimes try do to so, when I realize that I should.

I rested my feet on the marble table in front of me and aimlessly zapped through the TV channels without really watching anything that was on there. 87, 88, 89, 00. I was back to zero again.

If only I hadn’t broken the set-top box of our digital television when Heechul’s “ex-girlfriend” called, then I would have a lot more channels to zap through and thus increase the extremely small chance of finding something interesting to watch at this moment, by a tiny little bit.

I am hopeless, I know.  But it was his fault I had to break the television in the first place… If he had taken his phone with him, then it wasn’t me who had to take responsibility and pick it up, only to find out he had been cheating. Yes, my logic.

It was now 11PM, the sky was dark black and it was raining. I heard the soft click of the front door getting opened and assumed it was Jae Hwa, my best friend I’m sharing this student apartment with since two weeks.

That’s when I started to think, in my careless mood, had I taken the time to lock the door?

“Hello…” I said.

There was no respond…