A long, slow shot.
The camera lingers outside a slightly open window… curtains barely moving in the night air.
Thenit slides inside.
The room is a mess.
Fantasy books are scattered everywhere—some open, some face down, some stacked like they were meant to be organized but never were. A chair is buried under clothes—half-folded, half-forgotten. Coffee cups sit on the table, stains dried at the edges, waiting to be cleaned for days.
An open pan rests near the sink, filled with still water.
The floor is worse.
Crumpled papers. Torn pages. Ink-smudged thoughts.
The camera slowly zooms in
One torn paper reads:
"I hate you."
Another, written harder, messier
"Why do I miss you?"
Silence.
…
Hi.
I'm Wei-ying.
This is my room.
Yeah, I knowit's messy.
But before you judge me… let me tell you a little about myself.
I just finished college. Fashion design.
And I still don't know what I'm doing with my life.
It wasn't even my dream.
First, I wanted finance. Then I wanted to become a doctor. Then something in computers… then a hacker.
At one point, I even seriously thought—
Can I become a mafia?
Yeah… my imagination is too much.
But my confidence?
It only lasts for about three weeks.
The funny thing is… I'm actually good at everything.
If someone gives me a task, I'll finish it.
Doesn't matter if I like it or not.
That's how I ended up here.
Fashion design.
So yeah…
this is my life.
Or…
it was.
Fourteen months ago, something changed.
Because before that
I was single.
And then suddenly…
I wasn't.
I got a boyfriend.
I still remember the first time he said
"I love you."
…
And right then
The power went off.
The fan stopped.
The lights died.
Silence.
I blinked in the dark and just thought—
Wow… even electricity couldn't handle my love life.
…
I laughed.
I really did.
Because back then, everything felt light.
I believed him.
I didn't know what love really was…
but I loved him.
A lot.
Maybe that's why it hurt this much.
Because now
He's not mine anymore.
Seven months.
That's how long my "forever" lasted.
After the breakup, everything felt heavy.
I didn't go to college for two months.
I didn't talk to anyone.
And when I finally went back…
I saw him.
With another girl.
Laughing like nothing ever happened.
Everyone already knew.
Except me.
After that…
I stopped talking to my friends too.
No one even felt guilty.
Funny, right?
Now it's been seven months since the breakup.
I finished my studies.
And now I'm just…
stuck.
Should I get a job?
Internship?
Change my career?
I don't know.
I really don't know anything anymore.
You know what's worse?
Even now…
I still don't know what love actually is.
People say it's about feelings…
trust…
connection…
But for me?
Love feels like confusion.
And pain.
I used to think love meant being comfortable enough to talk… to trust…
maybe even to kiss without thinking twice.
But with him…
I never felt that.
So maybe…
that wasn't love at all.
Maybe I was just trying to believe in something that wasn't real.
It's already been seven months.
I don't want to waste any more time.
So I'll start again.
If one day I meet someone who truly loves me…
maybe I'll learn what love really is.
And when that happens
I'll tell you too.
But until then…
I think I'm done.
I really want to love…
but I don't know how.
So for now
I give up.
Zhh… zhh… zhh…
My phone vibrates beside me.
I groan and grab it without even opening my eyes.
"Hello…" I mumble, my voice still half asleep.
"Wei."
I pause.
"…Yie?"
"What happened?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.
There's a small pause before he speaks.
"Your ex asked for your number. I didn't give him."
My eyes snap open.
"Whattttttt?!"
"Yeah… I didn't give him."
I let out a breath and fall back onto the bed.
"Good. For the first time, you did something right."
For a second, there's silence.
Then
"So I gave him my phone. He's here. Talk."
I sit up instantly.
"What are you crazy #@%$?!"
Then I hear it.
A voice.
One I know too well.
"Wei."
Everything inside me freezes.
The fan isn't working.
The power is still out.
The room suddenly feels too hot.
I can feel sweat forming on my skin.
My grip tightens around the phone.
My heart starts beating faster.
Why is he calling?
What does he want?
Why now?
My throat feels dry.
I open my mouth
…but no words come out!!
To be continued…