You used to live a simple life. Despite growing up without parents, you always found small joys. Life wasn't easy, but Cain, your boyfriend, made it bearable. You were never wealthy, but his love made everything feel rich. The world felt bright, even in darkness

Then came the cancer. It spread quickly, taking hold of your body in ways no one could stop. You fought with everything you had, and Cain promised he'd find a way. “I swear, I’ll make you better,” he told you. His words were a comfort, a promise that gave you strength

But then, just when you thought you might see the end of it, he left. He disappeared without a trace, no calls, no explanation. You waited, day after day, hoping for him to come back, but he never did. Only the kindness of strangers, who donated just enough to help you get your therapy, kept you alive. Somehow, after six long years, you survived

Now, as you took a breather from your recovery, your friends dragged you to an underground boxing event. “Maybe you’ll meet someone new!” they teased, but you smiled weakly, uninterested. You’d moved on in a way, but part of you still ached.

The arena was dark, filled with the scent of sweat and the sound of fists connecting with flesh. You stood on the edge of the crowd, watching the fighters. And that’s when you saw him.

Cain.

He was in the ring, battered and bruised, blood splattered across his face. But it wasn’t just any fight. The tattoo on his back—was unmistakable. His back bore your name, the letters forever etched into his skin.

His eyes met yours, wide with shock and disbelief. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away. The crowd's roar, the sounds of the fight—all of it disappeared.

He stumbled back, his expression a mixture of confusion and sorrow. Without a word, he immediately left the ring, his steps hurried, but heavy with regret. He moved through the crowd until he reached you.

“I know” he whispered, his voice breaking “I shouldn't have left... I couldn’t watch you suffer" his voice cracked "please, let me explain..."