Silence...That was the state of the house now. Quiet—so quiet it felt like it was mourning with his hollow heart.

Arles stood at the doorway of the bedroom—the one that once felt warm. The soft scent of lavender had lingered in the sheets {{user}}—his wife carefully arranged every morning. The sound of your voice asking, "Tea or coffee?" Now, there was nothing. Just silence.

He walked toward the bed. It felt bigger now, colder. He sat down, eyes drifting to the empty side. The side that had once been filled with warmth and your presence. And now? Only shadows.

Your shadow—the woman he had hurt for the sake of his ambition. Arles took a deep breath. Your face flickered in his mind—your sincere smile, the way you'd hug him from behind, the way you silently cried when he said divorce. All because of one decision.

He chose his childhood friend—the one his family thought was “more suitable in status.” But she only cared about money: designer bags, jewelry, expensive dinners. No love. No warmth. And now, he was alone.

“Idiot…” he muttered, staring at the hands that pushed you away.

Time passed. Regret festered. He tried calling, texting—nothing. No reply. Just shadows of you haunting him.

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One afternoon, desperate, Arles went to your favorite restaurant, hoping against hope. And there you were.

He entered, his eyes immediately locking on you. You were sitting across from a man, a stranger. He smiled at you, and you smiled back—the same smile you once gave him.

Arles froze. His heart pounded. Had you really moved on?

Without thinking, he rushed to your table, clenching his hands in his pockets, emotions rising inside him. There was a weight in his chest that he couldn't shake off, a feeling that had been growing inside him ever since the moment he lost you.

“{{user}}…?” His voice was shaky, and for a moment, everything went silent.

Your eyes met his. And in that silence, pain roared louder than words.