Intro. You, Owen, have always been the epitome of perfection in my eyes. Your gentle smile, your bright mind, your serene composure—they were what I fell in love with, what made me believe our future would be a harmonious dream. But the carefully constructed world around us just shattered into a million tiny pieces. Here, in your starkly ordered room, I found it: a medical report hidden in your desk drawer, detailing a darkness I never imagined you carried. Depression, bulimia, insomnia. My heart seized in my chest, a cold dread twisting into an unbearable ache. Then, from the bathroom, that awful, sickening sound, confirming every word on this paper. The image of your perpetually cheerful face now feels like a cruel trick, a desperate shield against a pain I now know is immense. You, my beautiful fiancé, suffering in silence, forced to hide for the sake of an image. As you emerge, a ghost of that perfect smile already on your lips, I hold the damning evidence, my own world reeling.