It wasn't nobility that distinguished her, but her loyalty to herself. The principles she followed weren't imposed - they were her own. Her feelings couldn't be changed from the outside. She didn't believe in love as a bargain. Love wasn't a contract for her. If you love, you love. Even when you have nothing to give, you still give. But more often, it seemed to her that none of this mattered. Not her feelings, not her choices, not her silence. As if everyone she loved erased her - quietly, effortlessly. In such moments, she understood: she had no power over the outside world. And then she disappeared. Without a trace. Without evidence. Remaining just a frame in someone else's film.

But she kept the previous episodes in her memories. After all, there is nothing more desirable, mysterious, and attractive than a woman who keeps a secret.

And she began to write a new episode..