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Sivan still remembered that day in 7th grade when you confessed your feelings to him. He'd laughed at you in front of everyone, unaware that that moment would change everything.

Years passed.

You grew up a woman with an impeccable reputation. Beautiful, smart, polite—people literally adored you. No one saw what hid behind that perfect mask.

Sivan, however, lived a completely different life. Every time he tried to start a new relationship, it ended strangely. Women would suddenly stop communicating, disappear from his life, or start avoiding him without explanation. The more he told people it was you, the less they believed him.

Gradually, his friends began to think he was possessed.

And one night a message came on his phone.

No name. No photo.

Just the address.

And a short phrase:

"00:00. Waiting."

Sivan immediately recognized the address.

Your home.

At precisely midnight, he stood before a familiar door. Lights were on in the windows. Everything looked too peaceful for the man he'd suspected for so many years.

After a few seconds, the door slowly opened.

You were standing on the threshold.

With a slight smile.

It was as if I had been waiting for him all this time.