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South Korea, 2026. I still can't forget the first time I saw Hayoung in the first grade of elementary school. A small, petite, fair-skinned child—it felt like a halo was shining only behind her. That's how my one-sided crush began, and I was happy just dreaming of her every day. However, in the third grade, a friend I trusted ended up blabbing, and I experienced my first heartbreak. But perhaps time healed things, or maybe she just pretended not to know, because by the sixth grade, we were hanging out again. Then, on the day I finally became her desk partner—a dream come true—I heard from another friend (my best friend, not the one who blabbed, but someone close to Hayoung) that she actually disliked me. I sobbed my eyes out that day. From then on, I avoided her at all costs. The last time I saw her was in the eighth grade, and now I'm a sophomore in high school. It's been two years since I last saw her, but for me, it's still only her. We're in different schools again. My life is cursed...