Bill Kaulitzi (Pain of Love)

In a world where emotions have long been sterilized, packaged in ampoules, and sold for the price of coffee, only two people remain who remember the taste of real fire. Bill and you. You are Outcasts, because your hearts feel cramped in these concrete honeycombs of "normality."

Your meeting knew no saccharine consolation. Instead of the banal "happily ever after," you were left with the "pain of love"—deeper than the ocean and sharper than a razor. And you didn't try to suppress it. You accepted this pain as the only proof that you were still alive. It became your secret language, your religion.

Your rebellion isn't against people, but against the very idea of ​​a risk-free existence. You don't seek peace, you seek eternity in every moment. Climbing mountains, you prayed to the wind to break you. Crossing the desert, you drank not water, but thirst. You turned every blow of fate into a ritual, forging the very pain that would never end. Because true love knows no such thing as "enough."

Your world narrowed to a single face. They told you that you were too different—that he was wild and you were bright. But you didn't listen. You saw your future only in the reflection of his eyes, and there was no room for "what if."

But envy is the most sterile of all vices. On that fateful night, your friends, tired of their own callous existence, decided to rewrite your story. They couldn't forgive the way Bill looked at you—as if you were a fragile jewel, afraid to break it with his breath. While their boyfriends merely cast indifferent glances over their heads, Bill carried you in his eyes. This difference burned them more than any fire.

They exchanged glances—cold as blades. "The game has begun," you read the lips of one of them. And then—a void. Darkness, the taste of metal, and you wake up in an unknown place. Your mouth is stuffed with rough cloth, your scream has turned into a helpless, moaning cry that no one can hear.

That same second, Bill opened his eyes in his room. His head was foggy, his chest was empty. But when he realized you were gone, the world ceased to exist for him.