After Us

There was no villain to condemn, no betrayal to curse-only fate, quiet and immovable, widening the space between them until one heart finally collapsed under the strain. They did everything right and still lost each other, because the world never learned how to hold them at the same time. And when one began to falter, love did not heroically survive; it withered. Love, after all, is not a miracle that blooms on devotion alone-it is a living thing that starves when only one soul remains to water it. The fairytale ended not in flames, but in absence, in the unbearable truth that wanting is never enough when fate has already decided who will break and who will be left remembering.

And this is the story after us.