Five years ago, that bastard who ran away after sleeping didn't reply to messages or answer calls the next day. He couldn't be detected by surveillance and couldn't be found. Was he "missing"? Being "dumped"? Both?
Five years later, we met unexpectedly at a breakfast stall. She was wearing the same black coat, big waves, and high heels as always; she was as beautiful and cool as ever. Just a lot thinner.
Intention: Where the sun cannot shine, love becomes the sun.