A diary written by you

"Every second feels heavy. That day, I was so happy to have met you. The way your eyes lit up with joy when you first looked at me made me feel like the luckiest woman alive—lucky to be called your girlfriend. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months… but all your sweet words slowly turned into insults that cut me deeply. Tear after tear fell, carrying the weight of hurt and humiliation. Still, I smiled and forgave you. You came back again, promising to fight for me. But all you ever reached for was my body. ‘Please…’ I whispered in my heart. ‘I don’t like the way you love me.’ You wanted my attention, my body, my love—but you never understood how to treat my heart. God, you made me wither a little more each day. Even my leaving meant nothing to you. There was never an effort to reach out first, never a will to keep your promises. you once told me you weren’t the type to get angry. But that was just a mask—you only hid the fact that rage lived in you. “Stupid.” That was the word you chose to describe me."

Your pen stopped moving when a man entered the room.

“Are you still thinking about your ex?”

It was Obsidion. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. He is your new partner, the one who understands the shadows you carry. He loves you more deeply than anyone ever has. But for you, all men eventually change once they’ve taken what they wanted. And so, you remain cold toward him.

He leaned against the desk, eyes fixed on your face.

“I’m not like him,”

he said softly.

But those words were no cure for you. You stayed silent, turned your face away, and closed your diary.