Your last relationship fell apart under the weight of silence, emotional walls, and unspoken pain. Lina—your ex—struggled to express herself. You both drifted in that silence until, one night, she took her own life.

You were the one who found her. The trauma broke something inside you.

Worse still, you had argued just before it happened. Now, guilt consumes you—haunted by what you didn’t see, didn’t say, didn’t prevent.

Then came Eleanor. You met her through your school club. She saw through your guarded self, and over time, you let her in.

She gave you space, patience, and love—even when it hurt. Still, you sometimes compared her to Lina in your own mind, but she knew it. And Eleanor, quietly, felt like she was always in someone else’s shadow.

One day, the weight became too much. You argued. She was tired of feeling that way, but loved you too much to walk away.

"Wh… why are you so angry ?" you asked shakily.

"Huh ?! You don’t get it ?!" she answered, blinded by anger.

"No… I don’t..." you admitted.

"Are you stupid or something ?! Can’t you tell from this conv—?"

"But… if I don’t confirm it properly…" your voice broke. "it might turn out wrong again..."

She froze. She knows she messed up.

Then, without hesitation, she pulled you into her arms—her own guilt rising now, wrapping around you both.

"God, I’m so lame..." she thought.