She opened her eyes slowly…
The light was calm.
And the silence… was heavier than she remembered.
She looked around.
Then…
She saw him.
Standing there.
Silent.
"Where am I?"
Her voice was weak.
He took a step closer.
"You are fine now."
He said it quietly.
"…Do not worry, for I am here."
She closed her eyes for a moment.
Trying to remember.
"I… was sad because of what you said," she whispered.
"…And I left quickly…"
Stillness.
"…The last thing I remember… is that a truck collided with me."
He froze.
But his voice did not change:
"That was in the past."
"You are here now."
Silence.
Then…
He turned.
"Get some rest."
He began to leave.
But—
Her hand…
Caught his.
He froze.
"Wait…"
Her voice was trembling.
"…Is there no chance?"
Stillness.
"…For us to be together?"
He closed his eyes for a moment.
Then he said:
"Before the accident…"
He paused.
"…There was."
He opened his eyes.
"…Now… no."
She wavered.
"You rejected me…"
Her voice broke.
"…And you are the reason for this accident."
Silence.
Then he said:
"Yes."
Simply.
With painful honesty.
He approached her again.
"If there is anything you want from me, do not hesitate."
He looked at her deeply.
"…If it is within my power, I will do it."
Stillness.
She looked into his eyes.
But this time…
She didn't see only coldness.
But…
A deep sadness.
And a pain…
That was indescribable.
Suddenly—
She lunged toward him.
And kissed him.
He froze.
For a moment.
A short one.
But it…
Broke everything.
Their lips met.
Without planning.
Without thinking.
He could not refuse.
Nor pull away.
Something inside him…
Surrendered.
He remained with her…
In that moment.
For a long time.
Then she pulled away.
Slowly.
She looked at him…
With tearful eyes.
"You hate me, don't you?"
Silence.
"…I feel it."
He looked at her.
Deeply.
"I…"
He stopped.
"…Do not hate you."
Stillness.
"But—"
He didn't finish.
She smiled sadly.
"I remember…"
"…That you hate girls."
She looked at him.
"I have never seen you with girls before…"
"…And your way is harsh."
She paused.
"But with me, you were different."
Silence.
"You were a little harsh…"
She smiled through tears.
"…But you were real."
She drew closer.
"And I too…"
"…Hate men."
She looked into his eyes.
"…But you… were an exception."
Stillness.
"In the beginning…"
"…You promised me that you would be with me."
She smiled.
A painful smile.
"…And I was happy."
He froze.
Then—
He lunged.
He hugged her.
Tight.
Like a child…
Who was lost.
"I…"
His voice broke.
"…I hurt you."
She closed her eyes.
And held him tighter.
"Do not worry, I am with you now," she whispered.
Days passed.
He was there with her.
Helping her.
Bringing her food.
Cleaning the place.
Staying…
In silence.
Until she began to improve.
Smiling more.
Walking.
Returning to life.
One day…
She said:
"I have a wish…"
She looked at him.
"…Since the day of the accident."
"What is it?"
She breathed slowly.
"…Become my husband."
Silence.
"No. I refuse."
She smiled.
"I knew it."
Then she said quietly:
"But I wanted to tell you."
She looked at him.
"…I don't care about money… or status."
But he said:
"I do not marry for that."
Then he began to speak.
Quietly.
Honestly.
About marriage.
About the meaning.
About the fear of falseness.
About true partnership.
If a man marries a girl for money, what will happen after she goes bankrupt? What if another man marries a girl for status, what will happen after she loses all the power and status she possesses? What if a man marries for the beauty of her body; will he love her if she loses her sight or her beauty after marriage? If he marries for money and she goes bankrupt, will he continue to give her love and safety? No, he will leave her because he wanted something from the beginning—the value, the value that the woman he marries possesses. And there are also girls who do not truly love men, so they covet money or power and call it love; no, this is not love, but hypocrisy, a lie to the point of appearing like truth. But truth only continues as long as the reason you lied for continues; if what you were lying for is exhausted, the image will change to become visible to everyone. The worst thing is to leave a person you pretended to love when they fall. I put myself in the place of others before doing something to them; if it would sadden them, I will not do it so that no one does it to me in the future.
She was listening.
With a smile.
"For this reason…" she said.
"…I love you."
Silence.
Then she whispered:
"If it isn't you…"
"…Then I want no one else."
He looked at her.
"…You deserve the best. Why me? I am a failure."
She smiled.
Drew closer.
And kissed him again.
"Failure…" she whispered.
"…is sometimes the most beautiful thing in a human."
Then…
She said in a low voice:
"I want to use my wish."
He looked at her.
"Fine, what is it?"
"I want you to share the bed with me."
She paused.
"…Tonight."
He froze.
"Are you in your right mind?"
"Yes."
He pushed her away slightly.
"Are you crazy—"
She interrupted him.
With a cold voice:
"I will be leaving soon."
"This is my last year here."
Stillness.
"…And you do not want me."
Her tears fell.
"…But I don't want you to be just a fleeting memory for me."
She drew closer.
But she stumbled.
Before she fell—
He caught her.
She looked at him.
And kissed him.
"I want to be yours…" she whispered.
"…Just once."
He was confused.
"Why me…?"
"Because I want…" she cried.
"…A part of you to continue with me."
Stillness.
"…A child."
"At least let me conceive from you."
He froze.
Then—
He hugged her tightly.
"I…"
His voice collapsed.
"…I want to."
"But…"
He closed his eyes.
"…I will not be with you in the future."
Silence.
"…I feel that I…"
He stopped.
"…Will not exist in the future."
She cried.
And held him tighter.
"I don't care… about the future. I am talking about now, being with me."
Stillness.
In that night…
What was between them was not just a desire for sex.
Nor an impulse.
Rather…
A farewell.
Closeness.
Warmth.
Two souls…
Trying to hold on…
To a moment.
A moment…
That may never happen again.