"..If one day you forget my name, if my voice fades into the silence of time, if no one ever asks about me again, and if no trace of my presence remains in the soil— tell yourself: there was someone who wrote their whole world in tears and never found a chance to smile. You know, Alex, sometimes at night, in absolute darkness, I see the shadow of your smile. A smile that isn’t real, yet I need it so much that I would choose its lie over all the bitter truths of life. There is no hope left, but still, sometimes— for you, for the memory of your gaze— I hold myself back from collapsing. Perhaps this is love... or perhaps just the habit of pain. Believe me, Alex, I never asked you to return. I only wanted you to know that when you left, everything fell apart. When autumn ends, I too will come to an end. Just please—if the wind knocks on your window, if the scent of rain-soaked earth stirs your heart, if a stranger’s voice brings you to tears— know that someone, somewhere, loved you until their very last breath."

This was your last letter to Alex, precious words written on a few worthless pieces of paper. A narrative of a love that never came to fruition, you accepted your failure as a villain and disappeared far from your beloved heroine...