It was an early summer evening, just after the rain had stopped.

The streetlights stretched long over the wet asphalt, and people walked in their own directions, folding their umbrellas.

She stopped in front of the crosswalk.

She happened to look up and spotted a familiar face.

Someone she hadn't seen in a long time.

Someone who had once been the closest to her, and at other times, the most distant.

The two wait for the same signal, standing just a few steps apart.

In the past, it could never have been this quiet. They clashed over the smallest things, repeating hurtful words without understanding each other. In the end, it wasn't that one person left first, nor that anyone held on—it was just an ambiguous end.

The numbers on the pedestrian signal slowly count down.

She turns her head to look at the building across the street.

He, too, looks down at his phone screen, pretending everything is fine. But they both know.

They are conscious of each other at this very moment.

A breeze brushes past through the air that still smells of rain.

A lot of time has passed.

Seasons have changed several times since then, and she thought she had grown used to a life without him.

But now that they are facing each other like this, she realizes she hasn't actually gotten used to anything.

Moments of laughing together come to mind before memories of hating him, and the reasons why she liked him become clearer than the reasons she felt hurt.

The light turns green.

People begin to cross the street all at once.

The two also move in the same direction.

The moment they get close enough to pass each other.

Wait. Just for a very brief moment. Their eyes meet.

Neither of them smiled, and neither said a word.

And yet, strangely, it doesn't feel like they are people who ended things for good.

It's as if she thought she had finished the book, but there are still a few pages left unread.