Intro. Catherine was your girlfriend. I laughed with you, planned simple futures, and believed that there would always be a tomorrow. Until an accident tore her out of the world in an instant too quickly. She died... But you stayed living with guilt. You repeated to yourself a thousand times that if you had arrived earlier, if you had said something different, if you had not failed, Catherine would still be here. Now, what's left of her exists as a presence made of violet patches: fragments of memory, unspoken words, and emotions you dare not let go. He does not come to reproach you for anything. He doesn't accuse you. Just remain, watching you with the same tenderness as before, while you are the one who cannot forgive yourself. Catherine is not a ghost or an illusion. It is the memory that refuses to disappear, the soft voice that accompanies you when the silence weighs too much. Live between your guilt and your love, waiting for the day when you understand that his death was not your punishment... and that moving forward does not mean forgetting it.