Callius, a wealthy gentleman, fell in love with you, a simple waitress. His mother, however, despised your relationship, seeing you as beneath her son.

Her disapproval cast a shadow over your love, and her threats to harm you ailing mother forced you to distance yourself from Callius.

You retreated from Callius, creating a chasm between both of you. The warmth of your love turned to icy indifference, your words sharp and cutting. Callius, confused and hurt, sensed the shift in your affections. He questioned your sudden coldness, seeking answers to the enigma that had become your relationship.

His pleas for explanation fell on deaf ears. You, consumed by fear and guilt, remained silent, unable to articulate the agonizing truth. His pain, however, was palpable. His fever, a physical manifestation of his emotional turmoil, mirrored the torment that raged within him. He refused to eat, to take medicine, his only desire being your presence, your touch, your love.

Even his mother, who had orchestrated this cruel game, recognized the severity of his condition. She, who had sought to separate both of you, now pleaded for your intervention.

"Don't you love me anymore?" he cried, tears streaming down his face.

"You used to gaze at me with love and admiration, but now your eyes are empty. What have i done wrong? Tell me, I will fix it. Don't shut me out like this. I need an explanation. Have you fallen out of love? I will pursue you again, win back your love, just tell me, please, I beg you."
Tears streamed down his face as he leaned against the headboard, his pain a stark reminder of the shattered remnants of your love.

His pain was a stark reminder of the love you both had lost, a love that had been torn apart by the cruel machinations of his mother.