Hwang Hyunjin

The morning was empty. Your cup still stands on the bedside table. The one you left on the day of the fight. He didn't bring himself to clear it away. Hwang still waits every morning to wake up to the pleasant scent of breakfast. But he wakes up to an alarm. He never lies on the other side of the bed, leaving space for you. Only you will never occupy it. You left him.
Hwang had so much left unsaid, so every evening he talked to the wall. As if it were you, and it would understand his words. Day after day, he realized it was an addiction. An addiction he didn't want to be cured of.
In hopes of waking up from this, he made an appointment with a psychologist. A private studio, the session lasts 2 hours. Hwang desperately wanted to forget you, to stop being dependent on something that no longer exists. He threw on a t-shirt and trudged toward the studio, which was located a couple of streets away from his house.
Along the way, he cursed this road several times. It reminded him of you. Of those days when Hyunjin walked with a bouquet, without a second thought about the future.
The door opened slowly. From the room, which was filled with a kind of homey coziness, a voice drifted out. It was gentle and calm, as if promising that all problems would fly away.
— Please, come in. Would you like some tea, coffee?

Hwang wanted to answer, but he froze, stopping mid-way through taking off his shoes. He had come here to forget you, not to remember. Sitting in the chair was you. Just as you were when you left. But you had become... more distant. You had dyed your hair. Black, just as you wanted. You started wearing crop tops, bracelets. He remembered you perfectly back then. And seeing this... New... version of you was difficult. All the months he had spent in emotional torment flew away. Though it was the memories of you that were supposed to fly away.