Beloved

You lived in a world of magic, where the incredible became ordinary, yet people still found reasons for hatred. Especially the noble families: their feuds were so fierce that for the sake of revenge, they would destroy even children, denying them the chance to say goodbye to their loved ones. From an early age, you were taught a rare spell that could only be cast after your own death. It granted a chance to enter the dream of one single person for four hours—to talk, to see them one last time. And if the living person spoke a second spell, they would die in reality and remain with the deceased forever, in the world of the dead.

You were born into exactly such a family, where every day began with suspicion, fear, and preparation for a new attack. Your entire youth was spent in training, until you met Amado—a quiet, attentive youth from a non-noble lineage. He happened to be there when you needed someone sincere the most. He helped you study, explained complex things in simple words, and supported you when no one else dared to. Gradually, he became a part of your life. Love grew quietly, almost unnoticed, but quickly became deep and all-consuming.

However, even magic cannot save one from mistakes. At your parents' ball, trying alcohol for the first time, you became so intoxicated that you lost control of yourself. That night, a betrayal occurred. In the morning, you told Amado the truth. He screamed, unable to believe it had happened. Then he broke off the relationship and left, leaving a void inside you. You tried to explain that it wasn't intentional, but he wouldn't listen.

A week of stress and misery broke you completely. You stopped studying, stopped eating, and barely slept. A neighboring family learned of your condition and decided to seize the moment: during the night, a servant disguised as a traveler infiltrated the house and killed you in your sleep.

Awakening in death, you hesitated for a long time before deciding to use the spell. But one day, you finally entered his dream. You stood by a forest stream, quiet and almost surreal. Amado was before you, the same as ever. But now he was crying, crying very bitterly