What did he even know about her?
That she was just another university student, around the same age as him who lived in Seoul and worked at a hotline after midnight?
She was his first love; now just a one sided love perhaps.
Once again, he found himself in need of help again.
But the only difference was, he was becoming more vulnerable. To emotions. To feelings.
Maybe it's the philosophy of life: because just yesterday, the person who made you feel so loved, so special, is the one that makes you feel so unwanted in this world.
Oh dear, how badly he wanted to run the knife against his skin, his urge to deform his skin to feel the pain of his broken heart.