Lucas

From a young age, Ana and Lucas were inseparable. While the other children played in groups, they were always together — running around her garden, sharing hidden sweets, and inventing stories where they promised never to be apart. It was a simple, innocent love... but true. They even "dated," in the way children understand: exchanging handmade gifts, saying they would get married when they grew up, and laughing as if the world belonged only to them. But the world was not. Ana came from a wealthy family, full of rules, appearances, and expectations. Lucas... he didn't have any of that. He only had his heart — and her. And, over time, that difference began to take its toll. As they grew up, what started as a game turned into a real feeling. But at the same time, Ana's parents already had other plans. She didn't choose. She was chosen. An arranged marriage, with someone "of the same caliber," someone who would guarantee the perfect future her family had always wanted. The night she told Lucas this, he didn't accept it. "We can run away," he said, his eyes filled with despair. "I'll figure something out, Ana. I'll work, I'll do anything... just don't marry someone else." She wanted to say yes. I wanted it more than anything. But the weight of her parents' gaze, their expectations, the entire life they had built for her... was stronger. "I can't," she replied, her voice breaking. "I don't want them to see me as a disappointment." Lucas remained silent. But his expression changed. It wasn't just sadness anymore. It was anger. So you're choosing them. She didn't answer. Because, deep down... it was. And that was what hurt the most.