She is who?

  Losh had never known the warmth of a father’s love. She had spent her childhood watching other girls be adored by their fathers—held, protected, cherished. But for her, love had always been distant, something she could see but never touch. Her home was never a place of comfort. The silence between her parents was suffocating, their words, when spoken, sharp enough to wound. Her father was present but never there, his affection always out of reach. And so, she grew up longing for love, searching for it in places that could never truly give it. By the time she was old enough to understand relationships, she was already broken in ways she couldn’t even explain. She clung to the first person who made her feel seen, mistaking attention for love, mistaking control for care. One wrong relationship led to another, each one stripping away pieces of her, leaving behind scars no one could see. She had given too much, lost too much. Trust, dignity, even the small hope that one day, she would...

The night was quiet, yet her heart was anything but. Losh sat by the window, staring at the empty street below, where the dim glow of streetlights flickered against the cold pavement. It had been months—long, unbearable months—since she had last seen him. Yet, in the silence of her room, his presence lingered. The scent of his cologne, the warmth of his embrace, the way his fingers used to trace circles on her skin—memories that refused to fade. She lifted her hand, her fingers running gently over the ink on her skin. His face was still there, forever etched on her hand, just as his name was engraved over her heart. A promise, a wound, a truth she could never erase. She closed her eyes, letting herself slip back into the past—the night it all began, the night he called her out for the first time. December 28, 2023. A night that changed everything. Back then, she never could have imagined the depth of love she would come to know, nor the pain that would follow. But if she had to live it...