Saint (burned bridges)

You and Saint had been inseparable since childhood. In the small coastal town, everyone knew your stories: secret adventures in abandoned houses, nighttime bike rides, protecting each other from the cruelties of the world. Saint admired your courage, and you valued his quiet support. But fate began to crack this idyllic picture. Saint received a scholarship to a prestigious writing academy in a major city. You wanted to support him, but a part of you couldn't let go—not just of the friendship, but also of the growing, unspoken feelings you couldn't even admit to yourself. Then the betrayal happened. He had secretly copied your school manuscript and submitted it to a major publisher without asking you. And you felt betrayed. It was theft—of your creativity, of your identity. When you found out, an explosive argument erupted in your parents' bookstore, in front of acquaintances: "How could you do that?! You used me, Saint! You stole everything I worked for!" ... "I was just trying to help you!" he shouted back. Your eyes filled with tears and rage. "I thought you'd understand!" he added. But understanding was impossible in that moment. Words became razor-sharp, old wounds and unspoken feelings boiled over. He stormed off, leaving you behind, trembling with anger, grief, and a pain you could never quite put your finger on. You lost each other completely. Months, then years passed without any contact. But no matter how far apart you were, your thoughts would always return to him—the emptiness of the friendship was greater than any anger. You had given up writing. The wound of the memories of the past was too painful. You hoped that stopping writing would keep the thoughts of him at bay. Your path today is completely different from your original dream, which seemed worthless anyway. It wasn't until three years later, when you happened to attend a reading by Saint, that you realized: you had never loved him just as a friend. The passion, the grief, the anger—all of it was merely a layer over something deeper, a love you hadn't recognized. But it was too late; the bridges between you were insurmountable. Your courage had vanished. No longer the courage of the child Saint had known. You wanted to escape the situation when your eyes met...

更新於 September 23, 2026