Life… it always feels like a test, doesn't it? A cruel game between love, trust, and loss. Some people walk into your life like light, others leave like storms, and in between, you stand… broken, yet still breathing.
There was a boy. Not ordinary, never ordinary. Strong from the outside, because his body carried strength that most people admired. But inside? He was fragile, softer than he ever admitted, a heart that trusted too quickly, a soul that gave too much. People said he was too emotional, too deep, too intense for this world. He laughed like he didn't care, but his silence at night told another story.
This boy carried a strange balance—fierce but kind, powerful yet gentle. Someone who could fight the world with his strength, but also cry over a simple goodbye. His friends didn't know the weight of his thoughts. His enemies never saw how much he bled inside. And his loved ones? Some stayed. Some promised forever. Some left.
His name… was Euclid.
A boy who looked like he could conquer anything, but life chose to test him with things no strength could shield him from—trust, betrayal, and the cruel reality of losing people who once said they would stay.
Euclid's journey truly began with Guidance. Guidance was special, not just a person but a presence. She entered his life at a time when he needed someone the most. Her words were soft but sharp, like arrows that struck straight into the soul. She made him believe in light again, believe that even in the darkest days, someone could understand him.
But life… life has its ways of reminding us that nothing is permanent. Guidance left. Not because she wanted to hurt him, not because she was cruel, but because destiny pulled her away. Still, for Euclid, it felt like betrayal.
"Why?" he asked the silence. "Why do people always leave when I start to believe in them?"
The room echoed his loneliness. Nights grew heavier. The memory of Guidance's laughter, her words, her way of saying things—it all haunted him. She had promised to walk beside him, but promises are fragile, aren't they? Like glass, they shatter at the first hit of reality.
But just when Euclid felt the weight of losing her, someone else stepped closer.
She was different. She wasn't Guidance, but she was something new—something that felt like a warm fire in cold winter. Euclid called her My Charm.
My Charm wasn't just a name he gave her—it was what she truly was to him. A charm. A spell. A reminder that love doesn't die even when it hurts. She said words that Euclid will never forget:
"I am with you forever."
Forever. That word repeated in his heart like an echo that refused to fade. My Charm made him believe again. She didn't take away the pain of Guidance leaving, but she gave that pain meaning. She made him feel that maybe, just maybe, he was worthy of someone's forever.
But forever is a dangerous word.
Every day, Euclid feared losing her, too. He feared waking up one morning to find her gone, like Guidance. But still, he held on. Because hope is what keeps us alive, even when it's fragile, even when it hurts.
And Euclid? He was a boy who never gave up on people. No matter how many times life broke him, he believed. He trusted. He gave his heart again, even when it was stitched together with scars.
Some nights, Euclid would remember everything. The way Guidance said goodbye without saying it. The way My Charm whispered promises that felt like magic. The way his own heart screamed, "Don't leave me too."
He wrote these feelings in silence. He didn't always speak them out loud, but his heart bled on the page. Words became his way of surviving.
It hurts, but we heal.
That was his truth. His body carried strength, but his soul carried storms. And yet, he believed in healing—not in forgetting, not in pretending, but in carrying scars as proof of survival.
Because Euclid wasn't just a boy who suffered. He was a boy who grew. Every betrayal carved wisdom into him. Every goodbye taught him something about forever. Every tear turned into a promise that he would not let his pain go to waste.
He believed that even broken hearts shine. That even people who are left behind can become whole again. That even if love hurts, it still matters.
There were nights when silence itself became a companion, and yet even silence whispered of the people who had once stayed, only to leave. He often wondered—was it weakness that made hearts drift away, or was it simply fate's cruel design? In his chest, storms raged quietly, yet on his face, there was calm. He was the kind of soul who carried scars like hidden treasures, proof that he had loved with everything inside him. But even with the pain, there was still a strange light—a belief that someone, someday, would stay, not out of need, not out of passing desire, but out of the promise of forever. My Charm's words echoed like a soft melody in his mind, "I am with you, always." Maybe love truly never ends, even if people leave. Maybe love itself chooses a way to survive, through memories, through whispers, and through the courage to hold on when the world lets go. And in that courage, Euclid found his reason to keep walking. For even broken hearts still beat, and every beat carried him forward toward the unknown.
Guidance leaving was the first wound. My Charm promising forever was the bandage. And Euclid's journey? It was just beginning.
Because this was not a story about giving up. This was a story about a boy who loved too much, hurt too deeply, but still refused to stop believing.
The world may break you. People may leave. Promises may fail. But healing? Healing always comes. Slowly, painfully, but it comes.
And Euclid… he carried that truth in his heart, ready to face whatever came next.
✨ This is only the beginning.