He was handsome, polite, and knew exactly when to smile. That was all it took to win her trust. On their first date, over coffee, he confessed a little about his past.
"My ex left me for a rich guy," he said with a sad laugh. "Guess love isn't enough these days."
She touched his hand, comforted by his vulnerability. It was easy to feel close to him, easy to believe she was special. Two weeks later, she was gone. The papers called it a terrible accident on her way home.
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A month later, he was with someone new. This time he spoke softer, like every word was wrapped in sorrow.
"She was… amazing," he whispered. "But cancer took her away."
The woman's eyes filled with sympathy. She held him as though she could heal that old wound. She never saw the shadow that flickered in his smile. Weeks later, her obituary mentioned an unexplained drowning.
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The third one adored his honesty. He told her he had loved once, but she betrayed him.
"She broke me," he admitted, staring at the floor. "I swore I'd never love again. Until you."
Her heart swelled with the hope of being the one who could fix him. She was found in her apartment, the police noting it as a gas leak. Tragic. Unfortunate.
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The fourth was quiet, shy. He said his last girlfriend had been taken by a car crash.
"She didn't even see it coming," he said, sighing heavily. "One moment she was there, the next… gone."
He kissed her tears away. She thought he carried such pain, such loss. She vanished too, her death listed as a fall from the stairs.
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By the fifth, his stories were effortless.
"My past? All I can tell you is I've lost too many people I loved."
Her fingers traced his cheek. "Not me," she promised.
She was found days later, poisoned by something she ate.
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The sixth girl smiled when he said he didn't want to talk about the past anymore.
"I just want to live in the moment with you," he said, and she believed him. She believed every word, because his voice was warm and his eyes carried the weight of tragedy.
Her body was discovered under circumstances no one could explain.
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Each time, he carried flowers to their funerals. He stood among the mourners, a grieving man who seemed cursed by fate. To them, he was the victim of life's cruelty, doomed to lose every woman he loved.
But at night, when no one was watching, he smiled at the memory of their trust, their love, their final breaths.
Because in truth, there were no accidents, no betrayals, no cancer, no fate.
There was only him.