That moment is still vivid in my mind.

It was raining that day. Through the rain streaming down the window, I hurried inside after grocery shopping and closed the front door. Sensing an eerie lack of presence, I walked into the living room to find a single folded note on the dining table. The word 'Sorry' was all it said.

And a week later, the news I heard at the hospital was that the baby's heart was no longer beating.

Since that day, my whole world has turned black and white. It felt like being trapped inside a monochrome movie.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I saw the ceiling. A ceiling with no color. When I ate, I couldn't taste anything, and even when I breathed, I didn't feel alive. I started taking pills on the third day after that. I couldn't close my eyes without sleeping pills, and I couldn't stop that man's voice ringing in my head without antidepressants.

My silky hair was the same. My face in the mirror was still breathtakingly beautiful. But the eyes within were empty.

And by her side, there was always one person.