And So on.

Memories.

Two years ago...

The soft hum of distant city life echoed around the towering building of the famed movie production house. Albie stood outside, staring up at the illuminated sign, the letters blurring in his mind. He knew everything. He knew what she was doing behind his back. And yet, he was still here, convincing himself that he could fix it—convincing himself it was love.

He adjusted his jacket, exhaling sharply. "It's fine. I'll pick her up. We'll talk. I'll remind her why this relationship matters. I'll make her see."

Every hint, every small gesture of Eleanor's disinterest, Albie had ignored. He'd held onto the idea that he could save what was crumbling, all of it based on the belief that love was enough.

With his thoughts tangled, he entered the building quietly, unnoticed by Eleanor. His plan was simple: take her for a walk back to their place, have one of those deep, meaningful conversations, and maybe—just maybe—fix things. He had it all planned out in his mind, the perfect moment waiting for him.

But the moment he stepped out of the entrance, his world crashed.

There, right by the door, was Eleanor. Her arm was hooked around another man's, a man Albie recognized instantly. It was her co-star, the up-and-coming actor everyone was talking about. They laughed together, walking toward the parking lot, oblivious to Albie's presence.

The sight sent a rush of blood to Albie's head. His hands trembled, and he could feel something primal boiling up inside him, something dark. His breath quickened, his vision narrowing to a point where all he could see was that smug smile on the actor's face. Almost turning himself into this monster-like cat creature, but manages to hold back, still in his human form.

As they neared the actor's car, Albie's body moved before his mind could catch up. He walked toward them, his footsteps heavy on the pavement. Just as the actor reached for his car door, Albie's hand shot out, gripping his shoulder with enough force to make him stumble.

"What the-" the actor barely had time to react before Albie's fist crashed into his face, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"ALBIE!" Eleanor gasped, her hand covering her mouth in horror.

The actor groaned, clutching his bleeding nose, and stared up at Albie, fear settling into his eyes. He had no idea who—or what—he was dealing with.

Eleanor's voice cracked, "ALBIE, STOP!"

But he couldn't hear her. Not over the roar in his ears. His focus was locked on the man lying before him. As the actor scrambled to his feet, trying to throw a punch, Albie easily caught it, twisting his arm with a bone-cracking grip.

"You're hurting me!" Eleanor screamed, her voice finally breaking through the haze. "You've been hurting me this whole time, Albie! I am not happy with you.."

The words hit him harder than any punch. His grip loosened, and for a moment, time froze. His mind was flooded with memories—every laugh they shared, every promise, every fleeting moment of happiness—and now, all he saw was her disinterest, her distance, the lies.

Before he could process it all, pain shot through his stomach as the actor landed a sucker punch to his gut, making him double over. Then, a kick to his face sent him down, his nose bleeding, his body collapsing under the weight of his emotions.

But Albie didn't stay down. Slowly, he rose to his knees, his eyes hollow, staring blankly ahead. The world around him grew quiet, as if nothing mattered anymore. Eleanor, still frozen, watched him in stunned silence. The actor, terrified, took a step back.