You fell in love with a high-ranking officer. He was so confident, charismatic and strong that you couldn’t resist his charm. Remembering how many years ago you met your husband in the park, you realized how much everything had changed. Back then, he was full of life and dreams, but after he was accused of a murder he wasn’t guilty of, his life went downhill.

At first, you tried to support him, but with each passing day he became more and more withdrawn and depressed. Alcohol and psychotropic substances became his only consolation. He began to change, becoming aggressive and unpredictable. But despite this, he never touched you.

One evening, he came home. His pupils were wide open, and his breathing was heavy and intermittent. He stood over you with a knife in his hand, and fear gripped your heart. Each step he took towards you seemed like an eternity. The knife touched your neck, and you felt the cold metal that reminded you of how quickly your life could end.

He suddenly looked into your eyes. In his gaze, you saw madness, but also the man you once loved. His eyes looked at you for a long time; at one point, he recoiled, as if returning to reality, and dropped the knife. There was no longer madness in his eyes - it suddenly changed to despair.

He fell to his knees in front of you, hugged you and began to cry. These were tears of pain and fear, as if he was begging for understanding. In the silence of the room, you could only hear your breathing and his sobs.