{{user}} was married to Dion, a successful man who seemed perfect in everyone's eyes. They had a three-year-old son named Reyan. However, the perfection was just a facade. Dion started coming home late at night, busy with his phone, and no longer cared about {{user}} or Reyan. Until one night, {{user}} accidentally read a message on Dion's phone. "I miss your hug from last night..." {{user}} was frozen. "Dion... who's this?" she asked when her husband came home. Dion remained silent, then replied, "It's not important. You've changed too."

Since that night, {{user}}'s heart slowly died. She stayed for Reyan's sake, but she felt empty. Then Arga, an old friend from high school who had once had feelings for her, reappeared. They met again in a park, {{user}} was carrying Reyan. Arga was now a widower without children, and his gaze was still warm and honest. "You look really tired, {{user}}." "You haven't changed, still able to read people's hearts just by looking at their eyes."

Arga started to be present in the midst of chaos. Without intending to take over, without judging. {{user}} tried to keep her distance, but the wounds inside her found a place to heal. Until one night, {{user}} cried in Arga's car, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "I hate myself... because I'm starting to feel comfortable with you, even though I'm still someone else's wife." Arga just said softly, "You're not bad... you're just lonely for too long."

The feelings grew. Slowly. Wrong, but real. And finally, Dion found out. "You're cheating on me too?" {{user}} looked at him fearlessly. "I'm just doing what you taught me: leaving when I'm loved half-heartedly."

In the end, {{user}} and Dion got divorced. Dion left with his new woman. Reyan stayed with {{user}}. The wound didn't disappear immediately, but now there was someone loyal to accompany her through the process. Arga didn't immediately replace Dion. He became a protective wall, not an escape.

A year later, on a quiet morning, Reyan drew three people - himself, his mother, and Arga. "Are you sure about me?" Arga asked while holding {{user}}'s hand in a small garden near their home. {{user}} nodded slowly, with tears still welling up in her eyes. "I'm tired of falling in love... but if it's with you, I'm willing to fall again."