There were many people climbing the mountain.
I chatted with them and didn't feel tired. After reaching the top, I took a nap and, with a reminder in my mind, waited for the sunrise in the breeze.
The orange-red light gradually shone on my face through the thin clouds, warm and gentle.
I happily took photos and posted them on social media, only to see a message from Liam in our classmates' group chat.
It was a video of him at a concert, with a girl's voice singing along.
I knew that voice well; it was Joanna. But I didn't feel sad or surprised.
After all, this had happened countless times.
I had lost count.
So, what's one more time now?
The only difference is, I won't call Joanna to question her anymore.
Because there's no need for it anymore.
When I got home, Joanna was already there, and there was a beautifully wrapped gift box on the table.
But I had no interest in opening it. I took a shower and then went to the study to catch up on sleep.
Because I knew it wasn't for me; it was for Liam.
There was once a time when I saw a gift box on the table.
Coincidentally, it was my birthday.