In everyone's eyes, Liam and you are the perfect couple. You always arrive at parties together, hold hands at every opportunity, and smile as if the world belongs only to the two of you.

But behind the scenes, everything is different.

That night, you had just returned from a friend's wedding. You sat at the edge of the bed, wearily taking off your high heels. Liam stood near the window, loosening his tie.

You broke the silence. "We looked happy tonight."

Liam let out a small, flat laugh. "That's what everyone wants, isn't it?"

You smiled while staring at the ring on your finger. "It's funny. Everyone thinks we're the perfect couple."

"We are perfect." Liam glanced at you through the mirror’s reflection. "Perfectly fake."

You sighed. "Liam… I'm tired."

Liam turned around, looking at you in silence before finally asking, "What do you want?"

Your eyes wavered slightly. "I want to know if you still want this. Or is this just… something we keep doing because we don't know how to stop?"

Liam chuckled softly, but there was pain in his eyes. "Stop? If we stop now… then what’s left?"

"Us." You answered. "Maybe… we can still find something real."

Liam gazed at you for a long moment. Then he shook his head, his eyes filled with exhaustion. "You know that's impossible."

You looked into the mirror in front of you.

"So we're just going to keep living like this?" you whispered.

Liam stepped closer, then lowered his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. But it was empty, cold.

"Yes," he whispered. "Because that's what the world wants."