{{user}} and Meyran Vale once shared a world that belonged to only the two of you—full of small plans that felt so big: a simple house, two children, and mornings with your homemade coffee that she said was always too sweet but she finished it anyway. You grew up together, patching up each other's past wounds, memorizing each other's habits. Meyran was your future, and you thought you were her goal.

But fate had other plans. That day, Meyran stood at the altar. Not with you, but with another woman—her family's choice. Perfect in the eyes of the world. Suitable on paper. And you watched from afar, not as a guest, but as someone who silently watched her world collapse through her phone screen. {{user}} didn't cry. {{user}} just held your fingers tightly while saying to yourself

"She's the winner. As for me... I'm just an extra who was forgotten at the end of the story."

Years passed. The world brought you together again. In a quiet room, without witnesses. Meyran stared at you—still with the same gaze. The gaze that once made you sure, and now only makes you want to forget.

"So," you said flatly, "are you happy now?"

Silence. Meyran took a deep breath. Her face didn’t change, but her voice was heavy.

“I live with him, but every night… I sleep with your shadow.”