It was around 2:30 p.m.

Everyone was leaving for home from the college. Half of the rush had already finished. The weather that day seemed to be in a different mood. Even though the place was crowded, the melodious sound of the wind could still be heard.

The wind was flowing softly.

In that crowd, one couple was walking slowly and silently. Even though they had been in a relationship for a long time, it didn’t feel like they were happy with it anymore.

(Female Lead)

A young lady was walking ahead, wearing a sky-blue T-shirt with white trousers and simple white sneakers. Her lips were small, her face oval-shaped, and her chubby cheeks looked so cute—almost baby-like.

Her eyes were similar to cat eyes, and the natural shape of her eyebrows was enough to make someone fall in love with her eyes alone.

Her hair, a mix of semi-golden and brown, looked dreamy. In the afternoon sunlight, her hair appeared completely golden.

She was walking slowly… gently…

Beside her, a young gentleman walked in a complete black outfit—from head to toe. Even the color of his hair was a blend of semi-black and midnight blue.

His facial features were average, yet he still looked quite handsome: sharp eyes, a defined jawline, and a well-shaped nose. Well… yes, he wasn’t exactly a “dream prince.”

They were a couple.

It had been three years since they started dating, but nothing was going right anymore. The only things left between them were pain and sadness.

As they continued walking in their slow pace…

Suddenly, the gentleman stopped and said, “Why did you wear that disgusting color again?”

The lady was shocked and couldn’t say anything for a whole minute.

After a moment,

she replied, “But on our first date you said you liked that color.”

The gentleman answered, “I was talking about the sky, because that day the sky looked so beautiful. I said I liked that color. And it’s been three years since then—long enough for likes and dislikes to change.”

The lady said, “Okay, if you don’t like the things I like, then break up with me. Because you’re already not giving me enough time. It’s better to break up. You spend your whole day playing games and chatting with your other girlfriend. Am I right? You have another girlfriend?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

The gentleman replied, “Yeah! So? Aren’t you always busy hanging out with your friends?”

The lady answered, “It’s because you never spent time with me, so I hung out with them. And it’s not like I never asked you—I asked you to go out with me. But you were always the one who said, ‘I don’t have time to go out.’ Even my friends were ready to cancel their plans if you had just agreed once.”

The gentleman was speechless, and in that moment, the young lady ran away.

He followed her, but he stopped when she went into the ladies’ washroom, so he stood beside the wall to wait for her.

~~~

Lady’s POV

“It’s good that he’s not shameless enough to enter the ladies’ washroom. But how can he be so rude? How can he do this to me?”

She says, crying harshly, because it’s the first time she has liked someone and he dumped her.

“It’s good that I broke up with you. Now you can be in a relationship with another lady. Oh—sorry—your new girlfriend.”

She keeps saying all this to herself in the washroom, almost shouting.

After half an hour,

I come out of the stall and wash my face. I look at myself in the mirror and stare directly into my eyes, which are half-red. I take deep breaths.

“It’s okay… maybe we’re not meant to be in love. It’s okay. It’s just my first heartbreak in this world. And this world isn’t only filled with cheaters—there are loyal people too.

So thinking that I’m unlucky in love would be unfair to myself.

If I have the ability to love, then first of all, I should love myself. Only then can I love someone else. And that’s true… I’ve been ignoring myself because of him.”

She sniffles and wipes her tears.

“Even though this isn’t a Korean drama, I still shouldn’t just hope and wait for the right one. I should try to be the right one for him.

But until then… I should focus on my career.”

After saying all this, I exit the ladies’ washroom—only to see him standing there, chatting with his girlfriend.

He looks up and says, “Oh! You’re back? I thought you’d spend your whole day in that washroom, but alright. Because now you’re really going to spend your nights crying into your pillow because of me. And please don’t forget to take tissue papers, okay? So, I’m breaking up with you. Okay?”

He finishes his entire speech in one breath.

I reply with a calm smile, “So… you waited half an hour just to say all this? Must be because I hurt your male ego, right? Oh—sorry! But remember this: I’m the one who left you, not the other way around.”

Before he can react, I turn and walk away.

At that exact moment, his girlfriend calls him.

He leaves angrily, thinking he’ll deal with me later.

I am walking slowly with a smile—not a fake one, but a real one. The kind of smile I used to have in my school days. I feel calm and peaceful in my heart… the same peace we feel when we finally see our favorite things after a very long time.

In a blink of eyes I see, a young man is walking from the opposite direction, talking to himself. He is muttering something under his breath.

Before I could do anything.

Thud.

We collide—like thunder meeting a sudden storm.

~~~

Man’s POV

“Why don’t girls like the color blue?” I wonder, lifting my drooping eyelids gently.

My eyes meet a girl standing in front of me, wearing a blue T-shirt.

The color of her clothes—and the calmness of the day—settles something inside me.

I ask, “Do you like this color?”

“Yes. Why? Don’t you like it? Is it irritating to you?”

“No, no. It’s actually calming.”

I shake my head quickly in denial, and the disappointed crease on her forehead softens.

I notice it.

“Actually, my girlfriend doesn’t like couple color T-shirts.”

“That’s why I asked,” I mutter, almost to myself.

Then I clear my throat and try to get her attention. I break the awkward silence and casually shrug my shoulders.

“I mean, I don’t know. What about you?”

“Yeah, I like pink–blue couple T-shirts. They’re cute, ain’t they?”

“Yes, they are.”

I nod, agreeing.

A soft gust of wind blows past, and the petals from my bouquet start fluttering and falling.

“Your bouquet is getting ruined,” she notices and whispers.

I tilt my head to look at it—

but I can’t take my eyes off her.

My eyes narrow slightly.

When our eyes meet, even time seems to hold its breath.

I don’t notice the falling petals.

I glance briefly at the bouquet—too quickly to really see it—and then I look back at her.

Her eyes are really… captivating.

“Hello?” she asks, her expression confused.

“Yeah! Huh?” I whisper, still dazed.

“Your bouquet,” she says, pointing.

I finally look at it.

“Don’t mind it. Now it’s useless. I brought it for someone… and they betrayed me.”

My voice drops—deep, quiet, almost philosophical.

My face stays expressionless, but when I look at her again, something softens inside me.

I find myself admiring her beautiful eyes.

And suddenly, a question rises in my mind before I can even realize it:

Were the flowers falling… or was I falling for her?

I don’t know.

I just stare at the petals drifting to the ground, my eyes filled with a quiet conflict.

The way I look at those falling flowers… it seems like they hold all my answers, and yet they can’t answer anything.

And then—like cold water—I remember.

The first time I loved someone.

And what came after.

She cheated on me.

We broke up.

I shove the feeling deep down and pull myself together.

“Sorry for the unnecessary information,” I say quietly.

She nods and turns away, ready to leave—

when I ask,

“Are you Han Ji-woon?”

She looks over her shoulder, confusion and surprise written across her face.

Meanwhile, I’m completely certain she is the famous girl from the Art Club.