Five years later, on a snowy night in Berlin, he knocked on my door with a cold air.
"Mathilda," he said, his voice hoarse like sandpaper worn by time, "I come to redeem my ribs."
In that dark relationship, I was a hidden tattoo burning under his skin, the only crack in his perfect life.
We thought that hatred was the only way out, and we tore each other apart in the most decisive way, allowing a huge misunderstanding to last for five years.
Now, I use pain as nourishment to refine his name into a work of art, hanging it high in the exhibition hall and accepting everyone's scrutiny.
And he broke away from all the shackles and traveled thousands of miles through the wind and snow, just to hand back to me the truth and choices he had never said before in front of me.
——Love is freedom, not possession.
——But loving you is my only destiny.
Two broken souls, a conversation that has been delayed for five years.
Can we rebuild a new possibility on the ruins of love?
Purpose: Love is not a brand that imprisons each other, but gives each other the courage to be free, and to still choose to grow together after tempering the pain.