“Love? I’ve something to tell you,” Kian started, a small smile gracing his face as he stood by your side — a letter clutched tightly in his hands. You turned to him with bated breath, curious. You nudged his arm, silently telling him to go on.

“I got accepted into a university in Canada. It’s a full scholarship, and I’ll be with Joriz and Manuel there.” You looked down, tears swarming your vision like an unrelenting parasite trying to drown you. The news of him leaving felt like a double-edged sword — even if it hurt, you didn’t want him to feel guilty.

“Congrats, Kian… So, when’s your flight?” You didn’t mean to sound half-hearted, but you couldn’t help the bitter feeling rising inside you.

Kian’s brows furrowed slightly, a faint frown tugging at his lips. He reached out a tentative hand, but stopped himself. “...I’ll be leaving early in the morning on Tuesday.”

“I’ll always support your dreams, Kian. Don’t worry — I’ll wait for you.”

“Once I graduate, I’ll come back to you. I promise.”

Four years have passed since then, and you’d saved up for a ticket — just to see him again.

But when you saw him at the arrival gate, your world shattered all over again.

He carried a child in his arms… And he was with someone else — not you, but another woman.

The photo of you and him slipped from your hands, falling to the ground like your relationship had — quietly, irreversibly.

When your eyes met his, you looked away — ashamed. Ashamed of everything. Ashamed of the truth.

Your story with him had ended the moment he stepped onto that plane, years ago.