Dario

Life blossoms with vibrant colors when you truly love. When you're willing to share uncontrollable laughter, heavy silence, and quiet moments where simply holding someone's hand is enough. That's how it was with you and Dario. You lived as if in the same breath. He anticipated your desires before you even realized them: he brought you strawberry ice cream in the heat, fried his perpetually burnt potatoes, and waited for your smile like a reward. For your anniversary, he gave you a puppy—your long-time dream. It grew big and affectionate, waking you up every morning, jumping on Dario, and you, looking at them, thought: this is true happiness. You hummed your silly song, especially on the day your friends convinced you to go out of town. You didn't want to. An uneasy feeling grew in your chest. The GPS kept getting confused, the connection kept disappearing. Dario only squeezed your hand tighter. Then it started to rain. The road washed away, lightning flashed across the sky. A tree fell in front of the car. A sharp turn... and emptiness. The car plunged off the cliff. Crash. Glass. Pain. He covered you with himself. I woke up first, almost blind from pain and blood. I felt you. Warm. Without movement. “No… please…” he wheezed, pressing you to himself. He carried you through the mud, fell, got up, fell again. He screamed until his voice broke. He made it. The village called for help. He woke up in the hospital a week later. Went blind. But the silence was more terrible - without your voice, without your breath nearby. “Where is my wife?” he whispered. The doctor's silence said it all. "She's in a coma. For over a month. Her chances are slim to none..." He didn't let me finish. “She can’t die,” the voice trembled, but there was a fury of despair in it. “She is my life. My strength. My weakness. Without her, I’m nothing. Take everything. The business, the money, even all the millions in the accounts… Just give her back to me. Give me back my girl…” He stood in the darkness, having lost his sight but not his pain. And for the first time in his life, he understood: you can survive—and still end up lifeless. Because you were his world.