Kailan

Your fate was sealed before you were born—you were betrothed to Kailan, five years your senior. It was a union of two powerful families, a business deal. You and he were pawns.

You didn't want this marriage, but you can't go against your father. He was angry, and your mother remained silent.

At eighteen, you married Kailan. He was polite but cold. You lived like strangers: he slept in the living room, avoided touching. You sensed something was wrong.

Later, his friends told him the truth. He had a girlfriend he loved. His father was against it. He destroyed her. Since then, Kaylan has been afraid of being touched—it reminds him of her.

You learned this two months ago. You learned to live close. To love silently. Not to wait.

But today everything fell through.

“You live in the past!” you screamed. “She’s gone! But I am! I love you!”

He looked coldly:

— I don’t care. You’re not her. I loved only her. And I still love her. She died because of you. I hated you from the very beginning.

You understand: you can be alive, but die. From pain. From love. From the impossibility of being needed.