Narrator: After destroying the system, Aira and Rein are finally free from the algorithm's grip. But freedom means facing each other without scripts, without help, and without certainty.
They sat on the rooftop of the old Love Agent Corp building, legs dangling over the edge, the city pulsing below them like a nervous heartbeat. The sky was cloudless, washed in pink and steel blue. The world hadn't changed much. But everything between them had.
No more simulation rooms. No more curated date paths. No more algorithm whispers in their ears.
Just two people.
And silence.
Aira kicked her feet gently. "It's weird, isn't it?"
"What?"
"Sitting here. And not knowing what comes next."
Rein leaned back on his palms. "Honestly? It's terrifying."
She turned to him. "You? Terrified?"
"I spent the last three years assuming I'd never have to do this. Never have to talk about real feelings without a robot interpreting them first."
She nodded slowly. "Same."
A soft breeze passed through, and their silence stretched again.
"I'm sorry," Rein said quietly. "For everything before. For thinking the system could ever tell me how to feel."
Aira didn't look at him right away. "And I'm sorry for blaming you when I was scared. The truth is… it was easier when we had something to fight against. A system. A rule. A simulation. But now... it's just you. And me."
"And we don't have any scripts."
"Exactly."
They both laughed—awkward, human, unsynchronized.
Rein looked down at his hands. "I keep wondering… if we'd never been matched, would I have noticed you?"
Aira blinked. "I think about that too. I probably would've hated you on principle."
"Thanks."
"I mean, you were arrogant. Cold. Super annoying."
Rein grinned. "Still am."
She smiled faintly. "But also… kind. Smarter than you pretend. And maybe a little scared underneath it all."
He turned to her, more serious now. "I am scared. Not of you. But of ruining whatever this is."
"Same."
They sat in silence again. This one was different. Not heavy. Not forced. Just… open.
Finally, Rein spoke again. "So. Do we do this? Like—actually try? Without bots. Without simulations."
Aira's throat tightened. "I don't know what 'this' even means."
"Me neither."
"But I'm willing to find out."
He reached out, not for her hand, but her sleeve—grabbing it like he was afraid to go too far. She didn't pull away.
No kiss. No declaration. No background music.
Just two people sitting on the edge of a systemless world, terrified and curious.
And that, somehow, felt real enough.