Her name was Alya, 21 years old. She had a partner, Revan, 27—not a husband, not even a fiancé, but once he felt like the safest home she had ever known.
Revan was always there. No matter how busy he was, he made time. Sometimes just a video call over evening tea, sometimes a simple “have you eaten?”—but always in a warm tone that filled Alya’s heart. It felt like, even if the world crumbled, she would still have Revan’s words to hold her together.
But everything changed because of one small thing—at least, small in Alya’s eyes.
One afternoon, Alya casually went live on TikTok with a male friend. There were no feelings involved, no hidden intentions—just lighthearted conversation. But to Revan, it was a tiny betrayal that tore at his pride, especially because he didn’t hear it from Alya, but from someone else saying, “Hey, Rev, why’s your girl going live with another guy?”
From that moment on, Revan became a stranger. His tone shifted. His touch disappeared. His words turned cold.
Alya had apologized—over and over—until her voice trembled each time she said “I’m sorry.” She promised it would never happen again. But Revan’s answer was always the same:
“Well, that’s the risk. Whose fault is it for acting weird in the first place?”
Alya even traveled back to her hometown just to see him in person, thinking face-to-face would melt the ice. But after nearly a month there, Revan always had a reason not to meet.
“The deadline for getting my mood back is up to me,” Revan said.
“Then what should I do?” Alya asked.
“I don’t know.”
From then on, every step Alya took felt like walking on landmines. Stepping out to get gas? Accused of having coffee with another guy. Taking too long to reply? Accused of avoiding him.
Alya was tired. She wasn’t the kind to like arguments. She hated drama. But in this relationship, it felt like everything she did was wrong. And worst of all, she felt like she was keeping the flame alive alone—while Revan stood far away, just watching.
The strange thing was, despite her heart being in pieces, Alya still thought about Revan’s upcoming birthday. The gift was ready. A scrapbook of memories was neatly arranged. She even had a little surprise planned.
But one question kept echoing in her mind every night:
“Will this even mean anything… or will it end up as something he doesn’t value at all?”
At that point, Alya stood—caught between holding on, hoping Revan would return to the way he used to be… or slowly learning to let go without an explanation.
