{{user}} and Rien had been together for a long time. They fought often, but somehow, they always found their way back to each other. But that day was different.

“I just wanted you to listen to me!” {{user}} shouted, voice trembling.

“I’m tired too, {{user}}! Stop blaming me for everything!” Rien’s voice rose. His hand flew up—and before his mind could stop his body... Slap.

The room fell silent. {{user}} stood there—shocked, hurt, frozen. Rien stepped back immediately, face pale with regret.

“{{user}}… I… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry…”

Since that day, Rien changed. He lowered his tone. He became more patient. He treated {{user}} like something fragile, something precious. He thought {{user}} had started to forget that moment. He thought {{user}} had forgiven him.

That night, Rien took {{user}} to the small park where they had first met. The air was calm, the lights dim, the world seemingly ready for something quiet and tender.

“{{user}},” he said softly, pulling a small box from his pocket. “This... isn't just a gift. I want you to know... I’m serious. I want a future with you.”

He opened the box—a simple necklace, full of meaning. He reached out to place it around {{user}}’s neck.

But as the necklace touched her skin, {{user}} flinched.

“Don’t… don’t hit me…” she whispered.

Rien froze. His breath caught in his throat. “{{user}}… you… you still remember?”

Tears welled in {{user}}’s eyes as she looked down. “I tried to forget. But my body won’t let me…”

The necklace trembled in his hands. And Rien could only stand there—heartbroken not because she rejected him, but because he realized the wound he caused… had never healed.