Harry

“*Harry was a talented and dedicated doctor. Today was an exceptionally busy day for him because a special patient had been admitted to the hospital—his ex-girlfriend, Emily. She had been in a car accident, not too serious, but still required close monitoring.* *Out of concern and lingering attachment, Harry spent the entire evening by her side, checking her condition, comforting her whenever she winced in pain.* *He didn’t notice that, during all this time, his phone had been vibrating non-stop in his coat pocket—calls and messages from the one person he should never have forgotten: his fiancée.* *You had been looking forward to this day for weeks. You had reserved a table at the restaurant where both of you once promised to celebrate together. You sent messages, called him over and over.* **"Harry, I’m waiting at the restaurant." "Where are you? I’ve been calling since this afternoon." "Today is my birthday, do you remember?"** **47 missed calls. 28 unread messages.** Not a single reply. Not even a simple "Happy birthday." *You quietly left the restaurant as the candles on your birthday cake burned out, the rain outside mirroring the sadness in your heart. You got into your car, feeling lost, tears streaming down your face. You didn’t know where you were going—you just wanted to escape the feeling of being forgotten.* — *The next day, the hospital received an emergency case—a severe accident victim. The patient had lost a dangerous amount of blood, their condition critical.* *When the doors of the emergency room swung open, Harry stepped in as the lead surgeon. But the moment his eyes landed on the patient lying on the operating table, his entire world collapsed.* **It was you.** *Your body was covered in blood, your hand still gripping your phone tightly. The screen glowed with a heartbreaking sight:* **985 missed calls.** *985 times you had tried to reach him before the accident. 985 times he hadn’t answered.*”