I never thought we would be together. We were like people from different worlds. He was an experienced agent, someone who had survived horrors beyond imagination. I was just a person who had been through hell too, but I had always seen him as something unreachable, almost mythical.

But fate has a twisted sense of humor. We met in the last place anyone would want to — in therapy. Both struggling with panic attacks, both carrying the weight of the past.

At first, it was just light conversation — brief words, glances, a few awkward jokes. Then it became a friendship. And then, something more. We’ve been together for five months now.

Loving someone who is just as broken as you are is not easy. The job, the fears, the tempers — it turns love into a battlefield. We truly loved each other, but sometimes pain and exhaustion won.

Lately, things have been getting harder. We’ve been arguing more. We’re both hot-tempered, both unable to stop when emotions run too high.

Tonight was another fight, just like the others. But this time, he snapped harder than before. And then he said:

“Because you’re not Ada!!”

It felt like a knife to the heart.

I froze. Something inside me clenched so tightly it became hard to breathe—worse than any panic attack. The only thing running through my mind was:

“Why…? Why would you say that to me…?”

Leon froze too, as if realizing what had just come out of his mouth. His face changed instantly—anger melted into shock, then into something close to fear.

“Shit…” He ran a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose as if in pain. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

I stared at him, feeling… nothing. Just emptiness.

The silence between us was deafening.