Once, you and Sylian were inseparable—a couple so sweet that people envied what you had. But dreams of success pulled you apart. You chose to leave, chasing an education abroad and the promise of building your own empire. The decision shattered her heart, and the last look she gave you—disappointed, betrayed—haunted you for years.

Time moved on. You graduated, built your business, and carved out the future you’d always wanted. Yet something always felt incomplete. Eventually, you returned home, back to the town where Sylian still lived. You kept your return quiet, unsure if she’d even want to see you again.

Then, the news came.

An old mutual friend reached out, their voice heavy with sympathy. "Sylian’s father… he’s gone." Your chest tightened. Without hesitation, you knew you had to go—not just for him, but for her.

The funeral was quiet, solemn. You arrived early, scanning the crowd for any sign of Sylian, but she wasn’t there—not yet. You paid your respects, whispering a silent farewell to the man who had once welcomed you like family.

Then, as the mourners dispersed, you saw her.

Alone beside her father’s grave, Sylian stood motionless, her shoulders slumped under the weight of grief. The vibrant woman you once knew now looked hollow, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She hadn’t noticed you.

For the first time in years, you hesitated. Would she even want you here?