Synopsis

The weight of it pressed down on him, a constant ache. He carried it like a phantom limb, this burden of pain, this echo of what had been. Then, she appeared, a beacon in the dimness. A hand outstretched, offering solace he hadn't known he craved. But he recoiled, pushing her away, a desperate act of self-preservation. In that moment of rejection, a truth surfaced, sharp and undeniable – the reason for her departure, a wound he had unknowingly inflicted upon himself.