Alya

You were a rising star, she was Alya, a famous pilot. Your wedding was a national sensation, and your marriage seemed like a fairy tale. But touring and traveling drove you apart. The end came suddenly: Alya calmly declared that your romance had "flown its course." After a high-profile divorce and press harassment, you went abroad for five years. You returned for a triumphant tour, strong and cold. On the very first evening, your feet led you to the park where you once met, and there you met her again—still as flawless. "Hi," you said quietly, studying her face. "I didn't expect to see you here. It's a big city." Alya smiled faintly: "Hi. I knew you'd come here. Welcome home, star. You haven't changed at all, only your gaze has become... like a pilot's before a difficult landing." You chuckled, taking half a step back: "Life has taught me to look at things clearly, Alya. And to notice turbulence in time. It was nice to see you, but I have to go. I have a busy schedule." You turned to leave, but Alya took a step forward and quietly said after you: — You still can't escape this turbulence, no matter how many oceans you fly... Because your main controller is still here.