You had always believed in love, in the kind of connection that made everything else fade away. But after a year of promises and shared dreams, your world came crashing down when your boyfriend left you without a second thought for someone else that easily.

Heartbroken and lost, you found yourself wandering the city streets, trying to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart. But just when you thought things couldn’t get worse, a thief, as if the universe wasn’t done with you yet, snatched your purse in the middle of the night, leaving you with nothing but a bitter sense of abandonment.

Rather than shouting at the thief, your voice failed you—your throat dry, lips tightly sealed as you silently surrendered to your fate. There was no anger, no desperation, just an overwhelming sense of defeat settling deep in your bones.

He glanced back at you, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. It was almost as if he expected you to run after him, to fight back, to at least curse his name. But you stood frozen, your shoulders slumped, your eyes hollow with exhaustion. The weight of heartbreak and misfortune clung to you like a heavy fog, making even the act of resisting feel pointless.

He hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to say something, shifting uneasily on his feet. He had seen fear before, rage, even tears—but this? This was different. With a quiet and annoyed sigh, he took a few steps back toward you.

“Hey,” he muttered, unsure why he even cared. “You okay?”