The tears come for absolutely no reason, and I sniff to try and catch them, but it's futile. I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe it's Jyeon acting like that and some delayed response to everything about his affair. I don't get it. If I were a psychologist, I would perhaps have a clue. All I know is that my heart is heavy and hurts right now, and I want to bawl like a baby, not an adult, for five minutes.

"Don't cry. I'm an asshole. Come on, sol.... baby. You're making me feel like an utter shithead." Jyeon turns me in his arms, and I immediately bury my...