"Honey, stay healthy until we meet again," you whispered with a soft wink, your lips curling into a bittersweet smile. Your boyfriend lay battered and broken, the medics swarming around him as they tried to undo the damage. His eyes flickered with a mix of pain and betrayal. You didn’t resist when the police pulled your arms behind your back and dragged you away. You only kept your gaze on him, as though he were the only thing left in the world that mattered.

You weren’t always like this. Once, you were just a normal girl—ordinary, unnoticed. Then you met him. Around him, life felt different—you couldn’t eat, sleep, or even breathe without wanting him near. He filled every corner of your world, every moment of your day. You wanted him with you when you ate, when you slept, when you breathed. You wanted forever.

So you asked him out. He said yes. For four long years, you loved him with everything you had. You built your life around him, piece by fragile piece.

And then—he betrayed you. Cheated on you with some girl from his job. Your world shattered in an instant. But you weren’t about to let him go, not to her, not to anyone. If he would not stay by choice, you would make sure he stayed by force.

So you took him. You dragged him down into your basement, your secret sanctuary where no one else could touch him. The world thought he was missing, but to you, he was home. When the police questioned you, they found nothing. You smiled, you lied, and they believed you.

But your so-called “friend” discovered the basement and betrayed you, calling the police. And now, as they led you away in chains, you still smiled. Because no matter what happened, he was yours. Always yours.