Walking down the street, Kyle maintained a calm front. But inside… he was devastated.
For a moment, he had believed that she would at least agree not to go with them—with Ethan—today, especially after he mentioned breaking up.
She kept saying that she was going through a situation, but no matter how many times he asked, she couldn't work it out. She couldn't tell him what that situation was.
There was a time when he didn't question her and allowed her some space. But everyone had a limit—there was only so much patience a person could have, only so much they could tolerate.
The unnatural closeness Amanda shared with Ethan was something not only Kyle but others had started talking about as well.
Kyle didn't give a fuck about what others said or thought, but he was expecting an explanation from Amanda, anything that could somehow save this relationship.
Yes, it sounded pathetic, but… she was his first love.
They had spent the past two years like a normal couple—no, more than that.
They were inseparable. They both knew what the other wanted before it was said out loud.
The consideration Amanda showed, the way she looked only at him, got jealous, acted like a baby in his arms, played with his hair… it all lived inside him like a beautiful memory. But now, it stung like an open wound.
"Haa…" Exhaling a long sigh, he stepped into his house.
The dark one-room flat he had rented near the university felt far too big and cold today.
He dropped his bag on the table beside the entrance and stared into the darkness for a few moments.
The first thing he did was strip off his clothes and step under the shower.
The splash of cold water snapped him out of the daze he had been trapped in.
He shook his head vigorously, as if trying to break the spell Amanda had left on him.
Whatever had happened was necessary—a chapter of his life he would never be able to forget.
However, life was all about moving forward.
Clink
Turning off the showerhead, he grabbed a towel and wiped his hair, then his body, before wrapping it around his waist.
There was no one else living here, so what was the point of wearing clothes? He usually slept in his underwear anyway.
As he stepped out, he looked at the state of his room.
Messy.
The bedsheet was wrinkled, books lay scattered, speakers were on the ground, and tissue papers were littered around.
Tissue papers he had used to wipe his nose.
Nose.
Shaking his head, he muttered, "Well, this isn't going to get better just by staring."
So he got to work—arranging the books, fixing the bed, dimming the lights, throwing the trash into the bin. Finally, he stopped at the holy corner of his room.
His PC.
The only expensive thing he had bought with his own money.
He had done freelancing and part-time jobs in the beginning, and thanks to that, he had managed to save enough money during his high school days to build this computer.
He had stopped playing most of his games because Amanda didn't like games at all. She found them time-consuming and useless.
Naturally, his focus had shifted almost entirely to her, and slowly, he stopped playing as well.
But six months ago, he had started something new.
Remember the T-shirt startup he had? He created a live streaming channel to advertise his brand.
The plan had more excitement than practicality.
Naturally, in a world where every second unemployed guy was starting a streaming channel, Kyle was nothing more than a bacteria-sized fish. No one noticed him or his company.
However, even after his company shut down, he didn't close his channel.
Why?
There were a few people who had grown attached to him—and Kyle had grown attached to them as well.
Initially, there were around fifty viewers. Then thirty. Then ten. Then five.
By that time, his company had already been dissolved. But since those five people never stopped waiting, commenting, and talking to him, he thought—why not?
He wasn't paying a single Nero to the streaming platform, and he had plenty of free time—especially after Amanda started ignoring him—so he spent that time talking to random strangers.
However, now… "I need to stop this."
He took a deep breath, his hands pressing against the table as his head hung low.
He had made several wrong decisions in his life, and they had led him to this point—unemployed, useless, and with no clear future.
He didn't know what he would do if his brother stopped sending money next month.
Things couldn't continue like this. He had to change.
There were no more distractions. No company to manage. No lover to pay attention to. Thankfully, his social life was perfectly aligned with a better future.
No friends. No wasted time.
So the only thing that could still take hours of his day was this… one last thing.
'Guess this will be the last time for me to go live.'
Little did he know how this decision was about to turn his world upside down.