This is not just about love-this is about a love that gives without return, a love that persists even when every sign says "let go." Sambenia loved him not at his best, but at his worst-when he was most unlovable, most distant, most broken. She didn't ask for perfection. She only wished for a little love back. Even just a sliver. Even just once. But what happens when love feels like chasing after smoke-when you're tied by fate, only to be torn apart at the end? When you're nothing more than a "trial card" in someone else's game? A love story full of questions left unanswered, of a wounds that keep reopening, and a heart that never stopped hoping... until it had nothing left. A love that wasn't toxic, but exhausting. A love that wasn't lost, but never truly there. A love that keeps coming back-not with joy, but with pain. How do you survive a love that never belonged to you in the first place?