I put on my headphones, blare my music loudly, and put my all into my run. I need it to get my thoughts in order, and I feel sick as I do so. I keep thinking about how Jyeon's been this past two weeks since our fight in his office, and it leaves me so confused. Neither of us has spoken directly to the other, and at home, he comes in late like always and goes before I wake up, like always. It made me realize how little of our lives we spend in one another's company, that I can't even keep tabs on him or notice a difference in...