The Past We Can't Return To

Summary

In my loneliest year, I sponsored a handsome young actor. A boyfriend, of sorts.

Later, when I had to go abroad for my health, he cried by my bedside all night, begging me to let him come with me. I refused.

“Your career is taking off here,” I told him. “I hope that by the time I come back, I’ll see you holding a Best Actor award.”

Three years later, he did just that. He was crowned.

But he wasn’t there to welcome me back as he’d promised.

Instead, I found his little canary, wearing my clothes, lording over my estate.