He thought longing was love. He thought persistence was devotion. He thought he was the hero of his own story.
He was wrong.
When a man's fixation spirals into harm, he is forced into a psychiatric facility where sedation, restraints, and silence mark the beginning of his reckoning. What follows is not a redemption arc, but a painstaking journey through accountability, therapy, and the slow dismantling of the illusions he once lived inside.
There is no grand gesture waiting for him.
No dramatic closure.
No return to the life he imagined.
This is not a love story.
It is the story of learning why it never was.