I Was His Biggest Fan, Then He Told Me to Get Lost

The year Gabriel Grant loved me the most.

During evening study hall, I was accidentally locked in the pitch-black dormitory building. He stood outside the window, singing all night to comfort me.

Later, on the day we were supposed to celebrate our anniversary.

He abandoned me and rented out a bar.

For a private concert dedicated to his childhood friend.

Singing the love song he once wrote only for me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that night when I was trapped.

A bucket of cold water poured down from the window.

"Shut up, you sound terrible."

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