Walking back to his car in the rain, Sovan finally stops the act. He doesn't need to tell the world he’s over her; he needs to admit to himself that he’s still hurting. The story ends not with him forgetting, but with him finally being honest. He acknowledges that his heart isn't ready to move on yet, and for the first time in months, he stops pretending—allowing the first real tear of grief to fall.

Sovan sits in a crowded café, the same one where he and Leakena used to spend their Sunday afternoons. To everyone watching, he looks like a man who has moved on. He laughs at his friends' jokes, checks his phone with a casual air, and talks about his new promotion. He tells anyone who asks that he is "doing great" and that the breakup was "for the best."

But Sovan’s heart is playing a dangerous game of pretend. Every time a girl with long, dark hair walks through the door, his breath hitches. He avoids the playlist they shared, yet he finds himself driving past her street "by accident" on his way home. He has deleted her photos from his gallery but kept them in a hidden folder, convinced that if he doesn't look at them, the memories will eventually dissolve.

One rainy evening, he runs into her at a local grocery store. She is with someone else, looking happy and genuinely at peace. They share a brief, polite nod—the kind of acknowledgment strangers give one another. In that moment, the wall he built around his heart begins to crumble. He realizes that while he was exhausting himself trying to pretend he had forgotten, she had actually done it.