The One Who Loves More Always Cries First

I received a call from my good friend Oliver Baker in the middle of the night and insisted on going out despite my boyfriend's anger.

I arrived at the entrance of the bar and picked up the heavily drunk Oliver, and took care of him at home for the night.

The next afternoon, when I woke up and called my boyfriend to pick me up, the phone rang for a long time and he didn't answer.

When I angrily returned home, it was already empty.

I didn't know that this was the last straw.