It was the last phone call. The phone was heavy in my hand. "Bye," she said. A few seconds of silence, then that drawn-out, heartbreaking "Byeeee."It felt final. My heart was heavy, my throat was tight, and my eyes were filled with tears. I could only whisper, "Byee," in return. My heart was in chaos, screaming: Run after her! Stop her! Beg her to stay! Tell her you can't live without her! One more try, and maybe you could win her back! I wanted to surrender, to drop my pride and do anything—get on my knees, join my hands—to make her mine again. But a cold voice cut through the noise. It was my mind, bringing the inevitable truth: "Stop. Don't waste your effort. You know the truth now. Someone has cursed you. You are not meant to succeed in love. You will always, always lose." I looked at my weeping reflection and saw the painful pattern of my life. The curse was real. This was my fate. So, I didn't beg. I didn't argue. I didn...