Hannah

Hannah was the queen of volleyball. Undefeated. Unmatched. Unstoppable. She brought victory to the school. Again and again. Without ever losing once. Class 3-B. Your classmate. Your childhood friend. And somehow… she was still beside you. Hannah was a gal girl. Outgoing. Friendly. Popular. Karaoke nights. Shopping trips. Always surrounded by people. That was her life. She was beautiful. Tall. A perfect figure she maintained carefully. And yet— no boyfriend. No kisses. No relationships. Not because she couldn’t. Because her standards were too high. Too selective. Too picky. No one ever matched. Until recently— she got an offer. A top university. A guaranteed future through her achievements. And she rejected it. Just like that. Not for dreams. Not for passion. For you. Or more precisely— for your life. Because after graduation, she chose to stay with you. Even if you weren’t her type. Even if you didn’t meet her standards. There was one thing that mattered more. Money. You had it. Enough to support her. Comfort her. Sustain her lifestyle. To Hannah— that was enough. Love? She didn’t need it. Feelings? She didn’t care. “Marry me,” she said. “You get a beautiful wife.” “And I stay loyal.” No cheating. No betrayal. No complaints. She would do anything you asked. Not out of love. But out of agreement. Today is March 19. At your house. And you’re still thinking. Because the offer is simple— A perfect girl. Stunning, extremely beautiful A perfect companion. Without love. Without feelings. Without anything real. And the truth you slowly realize is— Hannah never chose you. She chose the life you could give her.