" Isabel , I'm leaving ... Don't worry , from now on , no one will ever disturb you again . " He steadied himself against the door , swaying as he stood up , his vision swimming with darkness . He took one last , deep , greedy look at that tightly closed door - the door that now completely separated him from Is- abel . Behind it was the warmth and happiness he could never touch again , no matter what he did . Staggering , he turned around and walked down the stairs , step by step , painfully slow . His footsteps were unsteady , his back hunched and desolate , with none of the urgency or hope he had when he ar- rived . He never looked back , not even once . Because he knew that no one would ever open the door for him again . The story that belonged to him and Isabel had already reached its ending the moment he chose deception and betrayal , an ending he had written with his own hands . Everything he did today was nothing but pointless entanglement , making that ending even more humiliating and ugly . He looked up at the sky above ; the sun hung high , its rays so intense they were almost blinding . But in his world , from now on , there was only endless darkness , because he had lost his sun forever . Inside the door , Isabel listened quietly to the confession outside , to the footsteps gradually fading away until they dis- appeared . There was no expression on her face as she slowly walked to the window , watching that familiar yet now distant fig- ure stagger and vanish around the corner . Then , as if nothing had happened , she returned to the chair on the balcony and continued browsing job postings on- line . She had already started a new life ; Benjamin's arrival was nothing more than a minor interlude from her past . What was past should stay in the past . All she needed to do was focus on her future . Benjamin did not return to the hotel . Less than twenty - four hours after arriving in New Zealand , he found himself at the airport again , boarding a flight back home . When the plane landed , he drove straight to the seaside without hesitation - the place where all his mistakes began . 0.0 % 12:48 The car sped up , the scenery outside the window racing by in a blur . Benjamin gripped the steering wheel tightly , his knuckles turning white from the force , his empty gaze fixed on the vast blue ocean ahead . " Bella ... I'm sorry ... " He murmured to himself , his voice breaking in the wind , yet a hint of relief appeared at the corner of his lips . " I'm giving back to you the Benjamin who loved you ... ' ་ ་ The moment the last syllable fell , he slammed the accelerator to the floor , and a violent crash resounded . The car , just like before , tumbled and plunged into the icy sea . Water rushed in from all directions , freezing cold , flooding his mouth and nose in a desperate torrent . The sensation of suffocation overwhelmed him , his consciousness fading . In the final moments of his life , memories . flashed through his mind like a spinning lantern . Love at first sight when they met in college , the warmth of her hand gripped tightly during the earthquake , her sweet and shy smile in a white dress at their wedding , the home they decorated together , filled with memories ... In the end , everything froze on the future they should have had : she stood in a garden full of flowers , holding a child who looked just like her , turning back to smile at him . The sunlight was perfect , and time was peaceful . Let it be . Let it be that the Benjamin who loved Isabel died in that very first car accident . And all the hurt and betrayal that followed were nothing but a long , painful nightmare . Now , the dream was over . He reached out , as if to touch that beautiful , illusory scene , but his consciousness finally slipped into utter darkness . 56.0 % Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!