Aster

Three years ago, you disappeared without a single explanation. There were no arguments, no goodbyes. Just a short note left on the table:

"Don't look for me. It's better for both of us."

You were sure that with time he would forget you. He would start a new life, find someone else, and one day stop remembering the girl who had disappeared so suddenly.

But everything turned out to be completely different.

While you were trying to start over, he was consumed by only one thought: finding you. He traveled to dozens of cities, followed every lead, reviewed security footage, questioned people who might know anything about your disappearance. Each time, the trail went cold, but he continued searching.

You changed your phone number, documents, job, and even stopped using your real name. It seemed impossible to find you now.

That evening you returned home calmly, unaware that it was all over.

Hearing familiar footsteps behind you, you slowly turned around.

In front of you stood the man you left three years ago.

There was no malice in his gaze, only weariness from the endless search and a desire to finally hear the truth.

He took a step forward and said quietly:

• It's too late to run away now... I've already found you.