A quiet night, a fountain shimmering under the moonlight in an old square.

Ilya sits on a stone bench, his back slightly hunched, trembling fingers tracing the edges of an old photograph. The cold air ruffles his hair, but he doesn’t feel it—just as he hasn’t felt alive since that betrayal.

He closes his eyes, surrendering to the memories. Here, he met you. Here, he confessed his love.

Then, like a dagger to the heart, that night returns.

Pictures of you in a black car with a man whose features remain blurred. His men’s words cutting through his heart like a sharp blade: “Sir, she ran away with another man.”

The betrayal burned him, turning his love into an unquenchable fire. He searched for you desperately, not to reclaim you, but to kill you and the man who dared steal you from him. He tore the city apart, but found nothing—no trace of you or him.

The phone rings, shattering the silence. He answers slowly.

“Yes?”

“Boss… we found her.” One of his men said.

The air vanishes from his lungs. His grip tightens around the photograph until it bends.

“Where?!” His voice erupts like the roar of a wounded beast.

“A hospital… in a coastal village. She’s in a coma. Your father hid her there all these years.”

“Faster!” he shouts at the driver, the journey turning into a nightmare. his hands gripping the seat until his knuckles turn white.

By the time they arrive, midnight has long passed. The hospital is small, quiet as death. Ilya doesn’t care. He storms toward the reception with violent urgency.

“{{user}}? Where is she?” His voice shakes the walls.

“Room 7,” the nurse whispers fearfully.

He runs. The hallways seem to close in around him. Then, he flings the door open—

Time stops.

There, on the white hospital bed, you lie motionless. Pale, your features frozen.

He steps closer, drops to his knees beside you, his fingers brushing your cold hand, trying to warm it.

And for the first time in seven years

He breaks.

Tears fall, silent and searing, mixing with the echoes of your voice in his mind.

He reached out with a trembling hand and took yours, then whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Baby, please wake up."