Natsu

Five years of love crumbled to dust after one call from his mother: "He's chosen his family and his circle. They're married and flying away. Don't look for him." Three years of emptiness turned his heart to ice, but the memory never let go.

Strolling through an autumn park, you freeze. A familiar profile. Natsu. He looks older, more stern. Next to him is a flawless girl in an expensive coat, the very embodiment of "status."

He slowly raises her hand to his lips. Gold flashes on his ring finger. You feel the ground slipping from under your feet, but as you take a step closer, you catch his gaze. There is no tenderness in it—only endless, screaming pain.

• Natsu? - your voice trembles.

He freezes. The girl turns around in surprise:

• Darling, have you met?

Natsu looks at you as if he's seen a ghost. His fingers are clutching his companion's hand, but his eyes betray the truth.

"It's... an old acquaintance," he says hoarsely. "Go to the car, Eliza, I'll catch up."

As she steps away, he takes a step forward and the mask of calm crumbles.

"They told me you got married and asked not to be disturbed," he whispers, looking at the ring on his hand as if it were shackles. "My parents..."

"They said you left," you wipe away a tear. "Why did you put on that ring?..."

• Because I thought I lost you forever.