My name is Maya, and I am no longer the same girl I was a month ago.

Now there is an emptiness in my chest. And my heart is broken.

There are dark nights when I can barely breathe, when I feel the weight of loss rushing through my veins, moments filled with pain, when I remember how my whole being consisted of only agonized screams, while I held on to my father's cold, lifeless hand.

But in every story, like this one, there is always a hero? A hero I began to despise from the moment he opened his mouth.

His name is Alexander. He is my inevitability that I never expected to meet. Only a broken heart guides me. His existence, his touch - everything he did to make my pain bearable left an indelible mark on me.

Be that as it may, I am sure that when I leave, I will become only a vague memory for him .