In his private space, George had a collection - not of objects, but of her. Her photos, her smiles, moments of her that no one knew about. He would never show anyone the room. It was his secret, his love that remained unspoken.
He watched her from afar, secretly adoring her. But there was one thing he could never understand. Why did she stay with someone who didn't love her, someone who hurt her?
He couldn't bear it anymore. He had to intervene.
That night, he saw her with him again. The man - her so-called boyfriend - was rude, abusive, and controlling. George couldn't keep quiet. He stepped in and told the man he had no right to treat her that way. The man got aggressive, but George didn't back down.
When he turned to her, her eyes filled with fear and pain, but also a glimmer of hope. It was then that she said the words that changed everything:
*"He's not my boyfriend. He hurts me. He tortures me. Please… save me."*
George felt his heart swell. She didn't love him. She wasn't his yet. But she needed him. And that was enough.
"Her pain called out louder than her words - and that's when love became his mission."