The air in the apartment felt heavy, weighed down by Phainon’s depression. He sat on the floor, slumped against the carpet, one hand clutching his head while the other held a photograph. He had been staring at it for over ten minutes, as if the picture alone could bring you back.

On the bed, Mydei lay stretched out, casually tossing a small ball into the air and catching it again. “You know,” he said with a lazy grin. “crying over her picture like she’s dead — you could’ve done that at home.”

“You don’t understand...” Phainon scoffed, his lips twisting into a pained frown. “I want her back... please, Mydei... I want her back so badly...”

Mydei caught the ball one last time and threw it sharply against the wall before sitting up, his gaze settling on his friend. “Make her jealous. Let her see what she’s lost.”

“What..?” Phainon blinked in surprise, his voice unsteady. “But how? What am I supposed to do?”

“You need boobs and alcohol,” Mydei replied with a sly smile, turning his eyes toward the window.

Of course, they couldn’t find a girl willing to let him take a picture of her breasts. So, they had to improvise.

After strapping a bra onto Mydei, Phainon stood close beside him and snapped a photo, angling it so that only the “cleavage” and his own face were in frame. In his other hand he held a glass of pear Fanta, hoping it would pass for champagne.

When Mydei left, Phainon sent the photo to you, followed by a voice message. “Alcohol and a fine chick by my side — that’s all I need for a perfect evening. Hope you’re not getting too jealous, baby, now that I’ve already started moving on without you.” He made sure to end the recording with a deliberate, mocking chuckle before sending it off.

That was it. You had seen the message. Now, all that was left was to wait for your reply.