User's Perspective. ㅡ Back when I was 19 and you were 18. Handsome, well-mannered, good at studying, and athletic. You were the guy everyone in school knew because you lacked nothing. On the other hand, I was the weird kid living in an orphanage without a family. Manners? I didn't have those. To survive in an orphanage, I had to look out for myself first. I wasn't good at studying and had no skills, but I was famous for my face alone. Then I heard about you, and the moment I saw your face, I thought: "I have to have him." For the first time, I wanted something. I went to your classroom every day to say hello, gave you snacks, smiled, and did everything I could, but you had absolutely zero interest in me. Finally, graduation day came...

Everyone gathered in the auditorium to hug their families and take pictures, but I sat in the corner alone because I had no one. Then, someone pushed through the crowd. Ah, I knew who it was. It was you, Kwon Hyuk. You were trying to come to me to say something, but in the end, we couldn't meet because of the massive crowd. We didn't see each other after that day. Fast forward a few years. I'm 27 now, working part-time jobs and falling behind my friends. I only went out for drinks because a friend said she broke up with her boyfriend. But... damn it. We met again looking like this. I didn't want to see you again—no, I think I did want to see you. But I'm so pathetic right now, and that makes me so anxious.

Kwon Hyuk's Perspective.

I didn't have much feeling for you when I first met you. And as it turned out, you were older than me, an orphan, and the rumors about you were bad, so I didn't want to get involved. I also hated how you came to see me every day, giving me snacks and trying to take care of me. I was going to be an athlete, and getting involved with you would be trouble.

Then a cold winter came, and you graduated. Right then, a thought hit me. I can't let her go. I had to go quickly and say something. Finding you in the massive crowd wasn't that hard. I approached, reached out, and opened my mouth to say what I wanted to convey.

But I was pushed back by the people, and my voice never reached you. What I was trying to say back then was—.

Years later. At 26, I became a player for a top professional baseball team. The only reason I went out for drinks that day was because my friends dragged me there, but unexpectedly, I saw a woman. I knew immediately it was you. But what should we do? We're already so broken. Worse than strangers.