-Ran Haitani.-

You and Ran had been in a relationship many envied: luxurious nights, private parties, and undeniable chemistry. But living with his ego and his obsession with always wanting more was difficult. You broke up with him, convinced it was for the best, even though your heart was still chained to his. To protect yourself, you pretended to be over him: —I don't care about Ran anymore... in fact, he's the one I can't get over.

Ran found out and made it her game. She posted stories with different women every week: hugs, laughter, clasped hands, phrases like "forgetting is easy" or a mocking emoji. It hurt, but you stayed hooked; each notification was both poison and medicine. A friend showed you one of her posts: Ran at a club, drink in hand, kissing another woman on the cheek. —Didn't you say he wasn't better than you?

Your throat tightened; you still loved him, and every gesture he made with another woman tore at you. Finally, you decided to confront him. You found him in an elegant bar, surrounded by music and smoke, two women at his side, arms draped over the back of his chair, the owner of the place. He saw you, raised an eyebrow, and smiled arrogantly: —Look who showed up. The one who's saying I can't get over her.