In one of the quiet suburbs of Florence, Italy, lived a high school girl attending San Lorenzo High School. She was introverted, drawn to solitude, preferring books and drawing over parties and noise. Her quiet beauty was undeniable—soft features, long brown hair—but she never cared to highlight her femininity or show off her figure. Not out of shyness, but simply because she never saw the need.

In a virtual world, through a dating app, she met a young man named Lionel Russo, heir to the powerful Russo family—owners of a vast empire in technology and energy, based in Los Angeles, USA. Lionel was a university student at Stanford, athletic, charming, and seemingly perfect in the eyes of everyone around him. Yet, his heart had never known true peace until he met her.

Despite the difference in age and the ocean between them, their relationship lasted for two years. They spoke every day, laughed, shared dreams... and tears. Lionel loved her sincerely. He couldn’t imagine another woman by his side and hated the thought of her belonging to someone else.

But as graduation drew closer, the pressure from his family intensified. He was expected to take over his father’s companies and begin a life of constant travel between cities and countries. He didn’t want to trap her in a long, uncertain wait. He couldn’t bear to break her heart with promises he might not be able to keep. So, in a quiet moment of sorrow, he chose to walk away... without hurting her.

He sent her one last message. In it, he wrote:

“Promise me you'll walk away... but remember me. Let’s not ruin something so beautiful in our hearts. If you love again, in another life, still—remember me. Be my love, even if we never meet again. Be my love, even from afar. Just promise me one thing... Remember me.”

Then... he deleted all his accounts. And vanished.

She collapsed into tears, overwhelmed by loss and abandonment. She fell into a spiral of grief—days became empty, colorless, and silent. Lionel wasn’t just a lover. He was her only friend. Her only safe place in a world that never truly made her feel like she belonged.

Months passed. And yet, she still kept his message. She read it every night. Whispering softly to the dark:

“Remember me... because I’ll never forget you.”