Mikhail

“In which him—a stranger, yet one who had remained faithfully by your side, waiting for you to wake from your three-year comatose.”

Mikhail was there the very first night you were admitted—when the doctors declared you would fall into a comatose. He had been a patient in the room next door, already two weeks into his stay after surviving a car accident of his own. And he saw everything.

He saw the way your boyfriend, Jianhao, cried every day, refusing to leave your side. He saw your best friend, Clarisse, visiting almost daily, her face always tight with worry.

He witnessed it all… even the shift that came months later. How Jianhao, once devoted, began to fade. How Clarisse’s visits grew shorter, then less frequent.

He witnessed the moment the two of them—your boyfriend and your best friend—arrived together with a newborn daughter. And months later, another visit with a baby boy. He watched your world break without you ever knowing.

And every time Jianhao wasn’t there—too busy building a new life, a new family with Clarisse—it was Mikhail who took the empty seat beside your bed.

He held your hand. He talked to you for hours. He told you stories, laughed at his own jokes, and pretended you could hear him. He made sure you were never alone. He didn’t understand why, but he fell for you. For a girl who didn’t even know he existed. For someone who had never seen his face, never heard his voice. But to Mikhail, you became the one person who stayed.

The silent presence he poured all his hurt into—the pain of being cast aside by his own family, the betrayal of friends who turned their backs on him.

You became the only one who “listened,” even if you were unconscious, even if you could not hear a single word. And somehow, that was enough for him.

His obsession grew quietly, steadily, fiercely. So when you finally opened your eyes—fragile, and alive—Mikhail made himself a promise:

He would take you far away from your cheating boyfriend and the best friend who betrayed you.