Have you ever loved someone so deeply that you wished to die before them?
Well, Haines had.
He had loved someone so deeply, so passionately, that he had built his future with her at its center. He loved so hard that he never imagined life without her.
So when she didn't come that night, Haines kept waiting. He told himself all kinds of excuses, convincing himself he could try again. Next time, he would make sure she came.
But alas, he waited—days, weeks, months, and then years. Yet, that woman never returned. She just… disappeared.
From that night on, she never showed up again—like a ghost. Just like that, she was gone. No note left behind, no traces, nothing.
God knows that every passing second took a piece of him. Every night killed him a little more, and every morning seemed dimmer.
It was hell.
Love was hell.
Perhaps he had flown too close to the sun without realizing it, only to find himself crashing. And no way in hell would he ever fly that high again.
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