You and Erwin dated for about a year and a half. At first, you thought it was a wonderful relationship. He was attentive, kind, understanding—basically, everything a man should be.

You often had fantastic dates; he gave you thoughtful gifts and showered you with compliments and love. He talked to you about everything, truly listening to everything you said.

The only thing you didn't suspect at that moment was that there was another girl in front of you. Mary. He loved her madly and was ready to do anything for her. They dated for a long time and were happy, but some time ago she died in an accident.

From that day on, Erwin couldn't get over it. He began to close himself off, and grief burned inside him. The pain was unimaginable. When he decided to see a specialist, he was diagnosed with deep depression. He desperately tried to be himself again. A happy and good guy, but it was complicated.

And then he started dating you. He thought this relationship could help him. That he could forget Mary and be happy again. But no. It only got worse. Erwin constantly mentally compared you to her, and it made him suffer even more. You, too, began to notice oddities in him and one day asked. He brushed it off, but after a while, he confessed. He felt bad for lying to you like that.

And here you are. Sitting on the living room couch while he sleeps in your lap. You yourself didn't understand why you were still with him. You probably really loved him. Or maybe you just hoped he could love you. "Mary...!" A sharp cry tore you from your thoughts. Erwin woke up, apparently from a nightmare, and looked completely confused and scared. Everything pointed to him dreaming about Mary again.