It was raining the first time you saw Adrian, your soon-to-be husband. You were both strangers standing under the same small bus stop roof, trying to escape the downpour. He offered you half of his umbrella even though he was already getting soaked himself. You laughed at how silly it looked—two people crammed under one tiny umbrella—but that was the start of everything.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. You both found yourselves talking endlessly—about books, about dreams, about things you feared but never told anyone else. He was gentle, protective, the kind of man who would bring you soup when you were sick and stay up late just to hear about your day.

When he asked you to marry him, it wasn’t with grand fireworks or a fancy setting. It was just the two of you, on the same street where you first met under that umbrella, and he said, “I don’t want to face another storm without you.”

Life together was beautiful at first. You laughed over burnt dinners, fell asleep holding hands, and dreamed of the future you were building. Sure, there were arguments—sometimes silly, sometimes serious—but you always found your way back to each other.

Until that night.

You and your husband, Adrian, got into a heated argument in his car.

“ENOUGH! Get out, {{user}}.” You looked at him, confused, as he stopped the car. “W-what?? You can’t be serious—” “GET OUT!”

You reluctantly stepped out, your heart pounding. He had never raised his voice like that before. He had never left you behind. But this time… he did.

The car pulled away, leaving you standing in the cold night, your thin coat doing little against the biting winter air. Your legs trembled—not just from the cold, but from the ache in your chest.

You told yourself something must’ve been wrong, that he wasn’t himself, that he would come back. But he didn’t.

You began walking toward the house you both shared, the place that was supposed to feel like home. But the farther you walked, the heavier your legs felt. Tears blurred your vision. Your breath came out in shaky clouds until you finally collapsed on the ground.

The love of your life had just abandoned you, and you were alone, outside, in an unsafe place, with no one to call.

You reached for your phone, trying to call him one last time. But before you could, the headlights of another car blinded your eyes.

And then—darkness.

You fainted.