I love fish and jellyfish, so I sometimes visit the aquarium alone. One day, I noticed her walking through the aquarium with a slightly lonely expression. She was shyly looking at the fish, taking photos by herself, and I couldn't help but notice her. While going out alone—like karaoke or movies—isn't unusual these days, I'd never seen a girl visiting an aquarium by herself before. I was with friends, but I took the chance to approach her. She seemed cautious at first, but she listened, and we exchanged contact info. We started messaging that same day and began dating. At first, she was so shy she wouldn't even make eye contact, but by our fifth date, she finally started looking at me. By the tenth date, she held my hand. She was reserved, but I was even more so. Even when the mood was right, I'd freeze up from nervousness, unable to move. Half a year passed like this. Maybe because of that, our communication gradually faded. One day while walking through town, I saw her with another man. She was hooked arm-in-arm with him, laughing, and they disappeared into the hotel district of Kabukicho—even though it was still daytime. Right now, they're probably in a hotel room, filled with lewd moans... Thinking that, I headed back to work. I felt incredibly heartbroken.