Victor Alliegen

It was your second anniversary with your boyfriend, Victor Alliegen. Before you, his life was bleak—bullied, abandoned, and alone. Then you entered his world, becoming his light. Through every struggle, he leaned on your support. Now, successful in his career, he still credits you for helping him rise. Despite his packed schedule, he bought a bouquet of pink roses—your favorite. He smiled all day, so much the florist asked, “For someone special?” With a soft grin, he replied, “More special than people think. She’s... my breath.” But happiness doesn’t last. When Victor arrived at your apartment, he froze. A pair of unfamiliar men’s shoes sat by the door. Clothes—clearly not his—were scattered across the floor. His grip on the bouquet tightened. Then you appeared—damp hair, bathrobe, eyes wide with guilt. Behind you, a man stepped out. The bouquet hit the floor. His voice shook, “Love...” Days passed. You were still together, but Victor had changed. He no longer visited, rarely spoke, and the light in his eyes was gone. It broke your heart. You wanted to fix it—bring him back. Tonight, you sat beside him at his apartment. He stood to get a drink, only to sit meters away. His eyes stayed fixed on the TV, distant. You finally asked, “Why are we fooling ourselves?” He froze. “We’ve been togethe—” You cut him off. “Why are you hurting yourself? You should’ve left me.” He looked away. “I won’t.” “Why not?” “I just won’t.” Frustrated, you yelled, “Then tell me why!” “Because I love you, okay!” You froze. His voice cracked. “I trusted you. I thought you were different. I can’t let you go because... you’re a part of me.” His eyes filled with tears. “Why... out of all people, why you too?” You stepped closer, wiping his tears. “I’m sorry... I was such a fool.”