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my man

When I was just fourteen, I used to sit alone in a dark room, crying quietly,

thinking no one ever noticed me. I carried a sadness I couldn’t even explain.

Eight years later, something finally changed.
I fell in love.

He was the boy who made me smile more than I ever smiled for myself.
I loved him more than my own life, and he loved me the same.
We were happy together — laughing, taking trips

, holding hands, dreaming like we were the only two people in the world.

But one day, when I went to his house and open the door

to meet him, my entire life shattered.

Before I even understood what was happening, everything went dark.
I fell unconscious.

I woke up two days later — in a coma before that — and the first thing I did was search for him.
I tried to call his name, but my throat felt like something heavy was stuck inside it.
Memories of us rushed through my mind like a flood.
My hands were shaking, my body trembling as I climbed out of bed.

I walked down the hospital stairs with weak legs, crying uncontrollably, taking his name again and again.

Suddenly, my brother appeared.

I asked him about the boy I loved… but the look on my brother’s face broke me even before he spoke.

“Sister… you already saw everything,” he said softly.
“Please… breathe.”

In that moment, I felt like my soul was leaving my body from all four directions.
My vision blurred. My head felt heavy.
My heart felt like it was tearing apart piece by piece.

I started trembling, panicking, crying louder than I ever had.
I wanted to be unconscious again, because the pain was too much to carry awake.

And deep inside, I realized something terrifying:

Sometimes pain is so powerful
that your body wants to shut down
because your heart can’t survive it awake

After some days, I came back home — with dull eyes, dark circles, messy hair, and a heart full of unbearable pain. I was shocked to see that everyone was suddenly caring about me.
And inside, I felt frustrated.

Why are they loving me now?
Why are they caring now?
When I was a child, I cried for love… for care… but no one gave it to me.

Quietly, I went to my room and opened an old box filled with his memories — his cute photos, the beautiful bracelet he gave me, and a picture we used to call “ours.”
BUT.............................
The moment I held that  half-heart bracelet, my memories began to shake. I remembered the day I went to his house… and saw him hanging from the ceiling fan.

I froze.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I couldn’t even cry — I didn’t know what to do.
I couldn’t move, because I just kept looking at his closed eyes, begging them to open.

It felt like our three years of love disappeared in the two minutes he chose to end his life.

Remembering all this, I came back to reality and started crying — not because I lost him, but because I lost myself. Not today, not tomorrow… but every single day that I have to continue living without him.

The pain became too much.
I tried to hurt myself, thinking maybe I could understand the pain he carried.

I didn’t realize how much time had passed when I suddenly found myself lying in a pool of blood. My ankle was bleeding — my vein had been cut. My vision blurred. My body felt heavy.

✨ SUDDENLY ✨

A man rushed toward me, but I couldn’t see his face clearly. I could only hear his voice trembling as he called my name. His hands were shaking as he touched my face, trying to keep me awake.

His arms were warm and gentle as he picked me up,

panicked but careful, holding me like I was something fragile. Even in the pain, I wondered… why did I feel safe?

For one second, my eyes focused enough to see his face.

And then everything went dark.