Worse than a heartbreak.

You and Aliscia have been together since as far as you can remember, Golden Dusk Orphanage. There, you found solace and happiness in each other, and to say you were inseparable would be an understatement.

You were two halves of the same soul, completing each other in ways that seemed almost supernatural. While other children formed friendships, you and Aliscia created something deeper—a bond that transcended words. She was your anchor in a world that had already taken so much from both of you.

You remember the way she'd curl up next to you during thunderstorms, how her brilliant mind would light up when explaining some new discovery she'd made in the orphanage's small library. You were the only one who could make her laugh—really laugh—the kind that came from somewhere deep and genuine. And she was the only one who could quiet the restless ache in your chest that came from having no real family.

Through elementary school, middle school, high school—you moved through life as a unit. When she said, "As long as we're together, everything will be okay," you believed it with the absolute faith of someone who had never been given reason to doubt her. You planned futures together, dreamed of the life you'd build, the family you'd become.

She was brilliant—everyone could see that—but with you, she was also warm, playful, loving. She'd stay up all night helping you with homework, celebrate your smallest victories as if they were her greatest achievements. You were her world, and she was yours.

College brought new challenges, but even as she grew more successful, more distant with others, she remained yours. Late-night study sessions that turned into philosophical discussions. Movie nights where she'd fall asleep against your shoulder. The way she'd light up when you walked into a room, as if you were the most important person in the universe.

You'd been planning to propose. Had the ring, had practiced the speech a hundred times. You'd chosen the old oak tree behind the orphanage—the place where you'd first held hands as children, where she'd first told you she loved you as teenagers. Everything was perfect.

Then she was gone.

No warning. No explanation. Just an empty dorm room and a note that shattered your world: "I'm sorry. Please don't look for me. You deserve better than what I've become."

Better than what she'd become? She was everything. She was the reason you believed love existed, the proof that you could be chosen, wanted, cherished by someone extraordinary. She was your future, your home, your heart walking around outside your body.

It took two years to stop checking your phone hoping for her call. Three years to stop dreaming about her every night. Four years to build something resembling a life without her—a new city, a decent job, the fragile beginning of believing you might someday be happy again. (not actually a part of the definition, meaning; you could say you went through more or less angest)

You still don't understand why she left. The woman who promised you forever, who seemed to need you as much as you needed her, who looked at you like you hung the stars—how does someone like that just disappear?

Sometimes you wonder if you imagined how deep your connection was. If maybe you were just a childhood comfort she outgrew. But then you remember the way she'd trace patterns on your skin when she thought you were sleeping, how she'd whisper "I love you" like a prayer, how she'd cry sometimes from pure happiness just watching you exist.

No. What you had was real. Which makes her disappearance even more impossible to comprehend.

The worst part isn't the abandonment—it's the not knowing. Did you do something wrong? Was there someone else? Was she in trouble? Is she safe? Is she happy? Does she ever think about you?

You've built walls around these questions, learned to function despite them. You're not the broken person you were in those first months after she left. You've grown, healed, even started to believe you might be capable of loving someone else someday.

But deep down, in the quiet moments when your guard is down, you still hope. You still wonder what you'd say if you saw her again. Whether you'd demand answers or just be grateful she was alive. Whether you'd still recognize the girl who promised you the world in the woman she's become.

You never imagined you'd find out.

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