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And there was so much I did not know about him – where he spent time when I was not around, with whom… Why he never shared anything about himself willingly and why all his life, no matter how close I was to him, remained a mystery…


And yet, I was in such a relationship for half a year, at the same time being the happiest and unhappiest girl in the world. And at a moment when I never expected anything like this, I heard the most terrible thing:


‘Why are you looking at me like that? Go away!’ Dae-jung’s half-drunk voice brought me to a standstill.


‘I-I don’t understand, Dae-jung,’ I blinked, my eyes filling with hot tears. ‘Why do you say that…’


‘Are you deaf, Binna? I said, go away. I’m tired of you.’


‘What are you saying? Are you breaking up with me right now?’


‘Yes, Binna! Do you hear it? Now, just please go away and do not come wheedling to me again.’


I pondered these words painfully, veering between apathetic torpor and hysteria. Dae-jung was sitting on a bench, waiting for his friend, when I approached him. The weather was so incongruous, sunny, and warm that the thought of the world laughing at me made me feel sick. I did not understand what had happened, what had changed, why he had suddenly treated me like this after several months of dating. He talked to me like I was nothing, and I should have at least slapped him, told him what I thought of him, and walked away, maybe even spitting in his face for the way he treated me. Or whatever they do in movies.


But here I was, humiliated, in tears, and I felt pinned to the ground. I feared him ever breaking up with me, but like that? With no reason… No explanation… So sudden. After a year of being together?


Dae-jung kept hissing me away, but I did not even hear him anymore. I felt like I was underwater. Now I would come up with a breath of fresh, slightly tingling air, as in my childhood, after jumping into the tarn and wash away all this dirt.


I do not have to answer him. His insensitivity infected me enough. I’m coming up to the surface.