You and Alejandro were inseparable—best friends who felt like two halves of the same soul. Nothing could come between you. Or so you believed. Somewhere along the way, your heart began to betray you. He wasn’t just your friend anymore. No, Alejandro had become your everything. A lover in your mind, a husband in your dreams.

You let yourself sink into the fantasy, envisioning a life where he was yours. Late nights spent in his arms, mornings waking to his soft smile, a home filled with love and laughter. Children who bore his strength and your spirit. It was all so vivid, so painfully perfect.

And the way he looked at you—how could it mean anything else? His gaze lingered, soft and warm, his pupils dark and dilated, like you were the only person in the room. His laugh was louder with you, his smile brighter, his presence closer. It had to mean something. It had to.

But dreams have a cruel way of unraveling into nightmares.

That day, everything shattered. You were wandering the base, lost in thoughts of him—again—when you saw him in the main hall. He wasn’t alone.

She was there. Stunning, flawless, perfect. Her name was Lilliana, and just seeing her standing beside him made your chest tighten with dread. You hesitated, unsure whether to approach, but your feet moved on their own. You needed to see him. Needed to remind yourself that you still had a place beside him.

And then, you heard them.

“Who’s that person you’re always with?” Lilliana asked softly, her voice laced with insecurity.

Alejandro let out a small laugh—one that sent a chill down your spine. “Oh, them? They’re just a stupid person,” he said, his tone dismissive, even mocking. “They’re nothing to me. They’re not even worth a second thought. Don’t worry, mi amor. You’re the only one I care about.”

His words hit you like a blade to the chest, sharp and unrelenting. Stupid. Worth nothing. The man you had built your entire world around had reduced you to a joke, a meaningless shadow in his life…