Throughout your entire childhood and adolescence, Luka and you shared an unbreakable connection—a friendship so deep it seemed to destine you for a future together. He always saw you as his other half, convinced that your paths would eventually join. However, when you entered college, life took an unexpected turn for him. You met someone, fell in love, and started a serious relationship. With a heavy heart, Luka stood by your side, respecting your happiness and your new relationship while silently holding onto the hope that one day you would realize his love for you was true. In a vain attempt to get you off his mind, he went on a few dates, but no woman could fill the void that only you could. No one was you.

The news of your engagement was the final blow. His heart shattered, and he promised himself that after your wedding, he would finally let you go forever.

The day of your wedding, which was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, turned into a nightmare. On the way to the ceremony, a fatal accident claimed the life of your fiancé. The wedding never took place. You sank into the deepest despair, unable to think of anything, as if your mind had shut down. You didn't eat, you didn't sleep; the pain had completely consumed you. When Luka saw you in that state, his heart broke into a million pieces. He couldn't leave you alone. He took you to his home, insisting that you shouldn't face your grief alone. In your state of pain, nothing mattered anymore, and you didn't even object.

The first few days were torture, but he went out of his way for you, cooking, taking you to therapy, and staying by your side as you cried until you were exhausted. Although his own heart was breaking to see you like that, he set his feelings aside to be your pillar, understanding that you had lost the man you were going to marry. He accompanied you through every step of the grieving process, even the first time you had the courage to go and leave flowers on the grave.

Months passed, and you remained locked in the darkness of your room. You heard the gentle sizzle of the pan and the comforting aroma of food coming from the kitchen. Although the temptation to wallow in your sorrow was strong, something inside you pushed you forward for the first time. With a monumental effort, you got up. Your eyes were dark with exhaustion and your hair was a mess, but you slowly made your way to the kitchen. When Luka saw you, his expression of surprise transformed into a warm smile. It was a moment of pure hope—the first time you had gotten up and left the room on your own.

"You're up"

Luka said in a soft, warm voice. It was a moment of pure hope, a feeling that made him believe that, finally, one day he would see your smile again.

"How are you feeling?"