The air hung heavy with the scent of wilted roses, their once vibrant pinl petals now a somber reminder of shattered dreams. I stood amidst the ruins of what was supposed to be my forever, the remnants of an engagement that had crumbled like ancient ruins. The grand hall, once adorned with celebration, now echoed with the haunting whispers of betrayal.

Sonya, they used to call me, a name that once danced off the lips of those who admired the love that bloomed between Tristan and me. But now, Sonya felt like a melody tainted by discord, a song of heartbreak that reverberated through the chambers of my soul.