My Tears, Your Trophy

Twelve years ago, I was stabbed by one of Zoran's admirers, leaving me unable to bear children for life.

Zoran knelt by my hospital bed, crying as he vowed to love me with his life forever.

"Fallon, I'm already thankful to heaven that you survived..."

"From now on, I will never let anyone hurt you again."

Twelve years later, Zoran pinned that former admirer beneath him:

"Aria, will you have a child with me?"

I laughed bitterly at myself, went home and trashed Zoran's bedroom, accidentally discovering his old diary.

In anger, I wrote: "Zoran! I hate you!"

Unexpectedly, a sentence appeared out of thin air: "Who are you? I don't care who hates me except Fallon."

For a moment, I forgot my fear and wrote stroke by stroke: "I am Fallon."