Every laugh, every glance, every accidental touch set her heart racing. A friend’s joke became a secret threat. A coworker’s smile became a challenge. You imagined betrayals in shadows that didn’t exist.

He noticed, patiently at first. Then firmly. “I’m not your enemy.” He said, but your gaze pierced him with doubt.

One evening, you froze mid-text, convinced he was hiding something. He took your hands gently. “Enough. I can’t live in a world built from your fears.”

You wanted to argue, to explain, but the weight of your own jealousy pressed you silent.

Oswaldo leaned closer, voice steady. “I see you. I love you. But I won’t compete with ghosts.”

His chest tightened. You realized then—your battles were yours alone.