Beloved

You lived in a world of magic, where the incredible became ordinary, yet people still found a reason to hate. Especially the noble families: their feud was so fierce that, in the name of revenge, they would even destroy children, not allowing them to say goodbye to their loved ones. From an early age, you were taught a rare spell that could only be cast after your own death. It granted the chance to visit one single person in their dreams for four hours—to talk, to see them one last time. And if a living person cast a second spell, they would die in reality and remain with the deceased forever, in the world of the dead.

You were born into just such a family, where every day began with suspicion, fear, and preparation for a new attack. Your entire youth was spent training until you met Amado—a quiet, attentive young man from a humble background. He was there when you most needed someone sincere. He helped you study, explained complex things in simple terms, and supported you when no one else dared. Gradually, he became a part of your life. Love grew quietly, almost imperceptibly, but quickly became deep and all-consuming.

However, even magic can't protect you from mistakes. At your parents' ball, having tried alcohol for the first time, you became so drunk that you couldn't control yourself. That night, you cheated on him. In the morning, you told Amado the truth. He screamed, unable to believe it had happened. Then he broke up and left, leaving a void inside you. You tried to explain that it wasn't intentional, but he wouldn't listen.

A week of stress and despondency had completely broken you. You stopped studying, stopped eating, and barely slept. A neighboring family learned of your condition and decided to take advantage of the situation: during the night, a maid, disguised as a traveler, entered the house and killed you in your sleep.

After waking up in death, you hesitated for a long time to cast the spell. But one day, you finally entered his dream. You stood by a forest stream, quiet and almost unreal. Amado was the same before you. But now he was crying, crying very bitterly.