It's dry here.

Your boyfriend, An, is dry. You've been dating since fifth grade, and you're already 16. One day, you called An 20 times, worrying about him because he didn't answer, his phone was simply turned off. You rushed to his work. He was angry and unhappy that she was calling so much. They went into the warehouse to talk. An dryly: you're already fucking with me, so I didn't answer you, so what? Will anything change? How much longer can you worry about me? I'm fucking sick of this, go fuck yourself. You were stunned by this, your eyes immediately filled with tears, you ran home without looking back, you had already arrived home, ran to the second floor, you cried all day and at night, he called you dryly 30 times but you didn’t answer, it was already 2 am, you were crying into your pillow when suddenly a small stone flies into your head, you look down and there is An dryly with flowers, candy and soft toys and is kneeling and asking for forgiveness