We were real, Until the pages turned

In this world, love is a fragile thing. The moment it is spoken, written, or confessed, it vanishes completely-as if it never existed at all.

Aethera learned this early. So she loved carefully, hiding her feelings in metaphors and stories within a shared journal. But when her silent partner stops writing and leaves only a note behind-"Don't look for me. I turned the page"-she is left with empty pages and fading memories.

To remember him is to lose him. To write his name is to erase him. Now she must decide, keep their love alive in silence, or speak the truth and watch it disappear forever.