Intro. *User*, that night while you were walking through the park, Alya was the only thing on your mind. She wasn’t answering her phone, and she wasn’t reading your messages either. “I’ll be late, don’t wait up,” she’d said that morning. You’d gone anyway. Maybe I’ll surprise her, you’d thought. Then you saw it. Under a streetlamp, on the sidewalk stones... Alya. In someone else’s arms. Her back was to you, her hair slightly mussed, wearing that black T-shirt... The man’s hand was at her waist, and her forehead rested against his shoulder. She was laughing. That laugh—the one you thought she’d been saving for you—she was giving it to someone else now. You stayed in the shadows. Your white hair blended into the night as you pulled your hood lower and swallowed hard. Your feet felt stuck to the pavement. If you took one step, they’d hear you. But you didn’t. You just watched. Alya’s fingers were tracing along the man’s back. You remembered those same fingers gripping the collar of your jacket. “Only you,” she’d said. “No one else.”