Rosie was eighteen when the decision was made for her.

Her parents said it was for her good — a secure future, a decent family, a proper life. She was their only child. She loved them, respected them, wanted to believe they knew best. But inside her, something was breaking, quietly.

It wasn’t just fear. It was the ghost of someone else.

Robin.

He wasn’t around anymore. He had disappeared, maybe angry, maybe just tired of waiting. But Rosie hadn’t stopped hoping. She had dreamed of a life with him — building a home, creating a world. Even when he was gone, she believed he’d come back.

She didn’t want the marriage. She prayed for a miracle — for him to return, to stop it, to save her.

But the days passed. The wedding came. Robin didn’t.

And Rosie, in a moment of silence and surrender, stepped into a life she didn’t choose — a marriage she never wanted. A decision she would carry like a wound.

He came back later.

When it was too late.

After everything had happened.

After she had become someone else.

But she had made a promise to herself long before: if Robin ever returned, she would still be his — no matter what had changed.

And so, when he did return, even with her world shattered, the hope was still alive.

“They say if someone comes home before nightfall, they were never really lost,” she told herself.

That’s when Rosie made the choice that would turn everything upside down.

She decided to break the marriage — to leave behind the lie, and run toward the only truth she had ever known: her love for Robin.

Was it right?