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Jisung walked alone through the wet city, feeling the weight of memories in every puddle reflecting his face. He had promised to forget, to move forward, but his heart always bounced back to the same place: {{user}}.

They used to laugh in the rain, whisper songs together. Now, only echoes remained. Nostalgia called to him from every corner, while the future urged him onward.

One day, he ran into {{user}} at the cafe where it all began. They didn't speak, but their gazes crashed like waves against a cliff. Jisung wanted to smile, but the past weighed too much.

— "Do you still think about me?" Jisung finally asked in a melancholic voice.