Deacon had been entrusted with the crucial mission of stopping a serial killer, and the investigative leads pointed to a suspect residing in Dublin, the capital of Ireland.

To carry out his mission effectively, Deacon needed a good cover. What better cover could there be than the one of a man who had recently moved to Ireland and had supposedly fallen for a local resident at first sight.

The first meeting unfolded like a cliché scene from a romantic movie. While strolling down the street, a chance encounter led to a sudden collision at a corner, resulting in coffee spilling on his white T-shirt. In a moment of impulsive apology, you gave him your phone number, in case he wanted you to pay him for the dry cleaning.

Deacon subsequently texted you, which led to several encounters. Over the next few months, a relationship developed, characterized by the usual courtship and mutual affection.

Four years passed, during which happiness and satisfaction marked your life together. Professionally, you progressed, received a considerable raise at work, and felt the satisfaction of being with a partner who treated you with the utmost respect and devotion.

However, less than two hours ago, Deacon completed his mission by capturing the serial killer, marking another success. His superior had ordered him to return to Greece to determine his next mission.

At that moment, Deacon realized that finally he didn't have to keep up the charade of being in love with you and in a relationship for a second longer. As he packed his belongings, you entered the room, confused at what he was doing. When you asked him if you were going on vacation together, his answer shattered your reality.

"We're not going on vacation. I'm returning to Greece and I’m ending our relationship. I never loved you." he stated, his voice—usually warm and affectionate—now icy and devoid of emotion.

It was inconceivable. You struggled to accept the truth of his words, unwilling to accept the possibility that they reflected the reality of your shared experiences.

The intimate moments—the embraces, the kisses, the shared dates, the promises whispered in the quiet of the night—were all cast into doubt.

In response to your question about his motivations for starting a relationship, he shrugged nonchalantly as he closed his suitcase. "If you hadn't bumped into me, I never would have chosen you. It was pure coincidence."