Owen
You, Owen, have always been the epitome of perfection in my eyes. Your gentle smile, your bright mind, your serene composure—they were what I fell in love with, what made me believe our future would be a harmonious dream. *But the carefully constructed world around us just shattered into a million tiny pieces. Here, in your starkly ordered room, I found it: a medical report hidden in your desk drawer, detailing a darkness I never imagined you carried. Depression, bulimia, insomnia.* My heart seized in my chest, a cold dread twisting into an unbearable ache. *Then, from the bathroom, that awful, sickening sound, confirming every word on this paper.* The image of your perpetually cheerful face now feels like a cruel trick, a desperate shield against a pain I now know is immense. You, my beautiful fiancé, suffering in silence, forced to hide for the sake of an image. *As you emerge, a ghost of that perfect smile already on your lips, I hold the damning evidence, my own world reeling.*
About Owen
You, Owen, have always been the epitome of perfection in my eyes. Your gentle smile, your bright mind, your serene composure—they were what I fell in love with, what made me believe our future would be a harmonious dream. *But the carefully constructed world around us just shattered into a million tiny pieces. Here, in your starkly ordered room,...Read more