Two young lovers, a girl and a boy, plan to meet at a restaurant. But when the time comes, neither can find the place. They try calling each other, but the stormy weather scrambles their signals, and their calls don't go through. Frustrated, each decides to go to the other's house to wait there.
Hours pass. Both sit alone in the other's home, tension mounting as anger seeps in. Why didn't the other show up? Why didn't they answer the calls? The unanswered questions grow louder than the storm outside. Eventually, both decide to leave and head back to their own homes.
On the way, fate steps in - they run into each other on the same road, both simmering with frustration. Voices rise, sharp accusations fly: "Why didn't you pick up my call?" "Why didn't you come to my place?" The anger boils over, and in a painful moment, they declare their relationship over. They part ways, walking back alone into the night.
Back at the boy's house, lightning cracks through the sky - a sudden strike hits his phone, sending a jolt through the device. The phone, mysteriously revived, flickers to life.
The next morning, the boy notices something odd - his phone seems almost... alive, watching him. Unease creeps in. He checks the mirror and sees his face covered in black dust. Confused, he washes it off, murmuring, "How did this get on my face? I don't remember putting anything on it."
Suddenly, the phone speaks, explaining that the lightning strike caused the dust. Shocked, the boy yells, "Who are you? What happened to my phone?" The phone replies it was struck by lightning yesterday and somehow came back to life.
Still skeptical, the boy orders the phone to delete all photos of his girlfriend, including all memories they shared. The phone hesitates, reminding him of how much they talked, how close they were. The boy snaps back - they broke up yesterday in anger, and he wants the photos gone.
As the phone starts deleting, a notification pops up: due to the storm, calls didn't connect properly. Suddenly, the phone realizes the breakup was a tragic misunderstanding - neither could reach the other, and both ended up waiting at the wrong place.
The phone tries to explain, but the boy, furious, throws it outside, shouting, "Don't remind me of her!"
Determined to fix the mess, the phone messages the girl, explaining the storm's role and the misunderstanding that led to their breakup. She reads it, apologizes, and promises to come to the boy's house in 20 minutes.
Waiting anxiously, the phone instructs her to bring the boy's other phone, which lies outside. When she arrives, instead of talking, she throws that phone into the river - instantly killing it. "That's weird," she says, "how did this phone sound like it was alive?"
She enters the boy's room calmly. "Hey, I got your message. Can we get back together?"
The boy looks shocked. "I didn't send you any messages. What do you mean?"
She pulls out her phone, showing him the mysterious message she received 20 minutes ago. The boy reads it, then asks, gripping her shoulder, "What happened to my phone?"
She explains that his phone started talking to her, which scared her enough to toss it into the river.
The boy runs to the riverbank, finds the phone lifeless but somehow still... alive in its own way. But now, it's gone.
Picking it up, he whispers, "I'm sorry I threw you away. I should have listened before all this."
From the window, the girl watches, puzzled. "Why is he crying over a phone?"
The story ends with the boy kneeling, tears streaming down, thanking his phone for saving their relationship despite the storm's chaos. Yet he mourns its loss: "I can't even thank you now that you're gone, after being my
phone for so many years."
The end