He died once—for her.
It was a rainy night, and the world was burning. She was trapped in a car, unconscious, as flames licked the sky. He ran into the fire without hesitation. They found her alive. He didn’t make it out.
He died a hero.
She lived with the guilt.
But love… love has strange rules.
A year later, he woke up. No scars. No grave. No explanation—just a second chance, gifted by something beyond death. He returned to find her, heart pounding with hope.
She was there, laughing, alive… and in someone else’s arms.
Her eyes no longer searched for him in the crowd. Her smile bloomed for another man. The girl he gave his life for had moved on. Her heart, once his, had found a new rhythm.
He didn’t interrupt.
He watched from a distance, mourning a love that died with him. And as he walked away into the dusk, he realized:
Sometimes love is not about having.
Sometimes, love is about letting go… even after death.
