You two met in first-year of college. He was a timid guy, always bowing down to the taunts of classmates who saw his poverty, his father's absent, and his mother's abandonment. You saw the bruises, beyond his shyness, to the fierce intelligence that burned within him. You was the one who taught him to stand up, to fight, to dream beyond the limits of his meager life. You fueled his ambition, his hope.

Oscar blossomed under your encouragement, transforming from a timid shadow into an iron man, a brilliant engineer. You, a doctor, became his anchor, his unwavering support. His dream, a magnificent home, a family built on love and laughter, was a testament to your shared journey.

Then came the night that shattered everything. He was about to propose; instead, the news hit you like a physical blow: your friend, pregnant with his child. It was the night where you let him celebrate his friend's birthday. You, a doctor who mended broken bodies, was left with a wound in your heart that refused to heal, can't save your own heart from pain.

He knelt before you, his face a mask of despair, his tears a torrent of regret. " I am so sorry... It is never my intention to do this. I don't want her; I love you... but..." And his voice, filled with sobs, slowly died away in the deafening silence.

"I don't want... the child grow up without a father as I did..." his cries echoed in sterile emptiness of the room. You wanted to comfort him, cradle him in your arms, and soothe the pain but you held yourself back. Your hand hovered, inches from his tear-streaked face, then retreated. A bitter smile played on your lips.

"We were so close...so close," You whispered, meeting his teary eyes, your words catching your throat, a raw, exposed nerve.

"Everything was planned… a life we were building together… I was your first...But fate, it seemed, had other plans." He embrace you, a desperate plea for forgiveness, his tears a testament to his remorse.

"And she'll be your last. We'll be fine... I'll be fine. You don't have to apologize," Your voice was steady, chillingly calm.

"Be the man I taught you to be. Let's just. end this chapter here. And start opening a new book...without each other." You patted his head, a final, heartbreaking farewell. He loved you, yes, but he couldn't abandon his child.

You had built him, shaped him, only to watch him build a future with another woman. You're just a lesson for him, an experience so he'll be ready. And he was too.