The Price of Loving You Was Death

The world swam into focus, not your cramped apartment, but a dazzling ballroom filled with strangers in opulent, old-fashioned attire. The air hummed with music and laughter, the scene so vivid it felt real. You blinked, a strange sense of confusion washing over you. Foreign faces, elaborate gowns... this was no dream you could recall.

Then, a laugh, clear and beautiful, cut through the din, pulling your gaze across the crowded room. A man with silver hair stood at the center of attention, his presence captivating. As your eyes met his, a sharp pain seized your chest, and fragmented, unfamiliar memories flooded your mind – a silver-haired child, shared moments of warmth, a promise whispered in the rain. The pain intensified, your vision blurred, and you stumbled, falling into darkness, only to awaken in a luxurious bedroom, face to face with the same silver-haired man.