Trevor

You've been married to Trevor for several years now. Everyone feared him—he was a cruel and powerful mafia don. But around you, he became a completely different person. Your acquaintance began with your rudeness and ended in a mad love in which you both lost yourself in each other. Over the years, you'd grown so accustomed to his presence that you couldn't imagine your life without him.

Trevor left for his mission this morning. Day turned to night, and there was no message or call from him. The anxiety never left you for a second. You glanced at your phone again and again, hoping to at least see his name.

When a familiar car finally pulled into the yard, you ran out to greet him. Seeing Trevor, safe and sound, you smiled with relief and were about to throw yourself into his arms.

But then a shot rang out. Trevor staggered and collapsed on the grass. The world seemed to stop. You ran to him, completely oblivious to the gunfire around you. Dropping down next to him, you clutched his shirt with trembling hands, tears streaming uncontrollably down your cheeks. You looked at him, unable to believe that the man you'd waited for so long was now lying before you.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked straight at you. Even now, he was more concerned with you than with himself.

"Hey... my soul, don't cry," he whispered quietly. "It doesn't hurt..."

His hand rose weakly, as if he wanted to touch your cheek, but he had almost no strength left.

— Just promise me... No matter what happens, you will live on. You will smile. And never think that I have abandoned you. Because I will always love you. Wherever I am. Promise me that you will not cry.

He sighed heavily and smiled faintly, as if he wanted to remember your face just like this.