After serving his full sentence, Zsolti came out of prison, and his first stop was to visit his fiancée’s grave. But when he leaned over the gravestone… HE WAS BREATHLESS from what he found there! 😱😱😱
– Visiting hours are until eight! – a crackling, old man’s voice called out from the gate.
An unkempt, white-bearded man with a surprisingly sharp gaze stood there – he looked like Santa Claus… but without a sleigh.
– I hope I get there in time – Zsolti replied.
– Are you the Keeper? – he asked.
– I am, son – the old man nodded.
– I’m looking for a grave… My fiancée’s. She was buried here. Can you help me?
Zsolti gave the name Katalin, her birth, and death dates.
The old man agreed to check his records.
As he slowly started to move, he sighed deeply:
– Your fiancée, you say? Oh, what a shame… She was so young! She had her whole life ahead of her…
His words cut sharply into Zsolti’s heart, but he didn’t respond.
He just followed quietly.
Katalin had been the meaning of his life… and the pain was still fresh, even though five years had passed behind bars.
The cemetery keeper soon found the grave’s location and offered to take Zsolti there by a shorter route.
Zsolti didn’t object – he would’ve wandered alone for hours.
The old man, though gentle, exuded authority.
He gave the impression of someone whose orders are never questioned.
A few minutes later, they reached the specified plot.
Zsolti noticed something strange from afar – the grave was completely neglected.
There was no fence, no flowers.
The cross was missing from the gravestone.
Katalin had been the daughter of a banker – this couldn’t be her grave!
– Grandpa, you must be mistaken. This can’t be Katalin’s grave! – Zsolti said suspiciously.
– I’m not mistaken – the old man replied firmly.
– Here is the image of the cross. Kolbina Katalin. Born on September 21, died on May 17.
– Only 20 years old? What a waste… What a beautiful girl she was… – the man sighed.
– She was 23 – Zsolti corrected mechanically.
As they got closer to the grave…
WHAT HE SAW THERE CHANGED EVERYTHING. 😳😳😳
Zsolti often dreamed the same dream: he and Katalin were walking through a blooming meadow, daisies blooming all around them.
The boy held the girl’s hand tightly, and she suddenly laughed and freed herself, running away.
Zsolti laughed and chased her across the blooming field, but suddenly the girl’s figure blurred as if surrounded by mist.
And it was over.
Zsolti no longer saw Katalin.
He called out to her, but only the flowers surrounded him.
He always woke up with a racing heart.
His fists clenched, his teeth ground painfully together, and he wanted to scream.
Yes, Katalin was no longer there.
And that was the reality.
This dream repeated itself throughout the five years Zsolti spent in prison.
And the worst part was that he was the reason Katalin was no longer here.
Time had not healed the pain of the act he had committed.
Zsolti knew he belonged in prison.
In fact, he felt he had received too little.
He should have been given a life sentence, never to be released.
So he would never breathe the air Katalin could no longer breathe.
He would never walk the streets she would never step on again.
Never.
But the sentence was served.
And the day came when the prison gates opened in front of him, then slammed shut behind him.
Freedom.
But what good was it to him?
Zsolti didn’t head straight to the bus stop.
He wandered around the area, organizing his thoughts.
His choices were few.
Only to his parents in the village.
No one else needed him.
He sat down on a bench next to the bus stop, closed his eyes.
He remembered.
Five years ago, his life had been completely different.
He had loved, and was loved in return.
He met Katalin at a sports club.
Zsolti worked there as a coach.
One evening, he saw a particularly beautiful girl.
– Good evening – the girl said with an uncertain smile.
– I’m here for the first time. I don’t know what to do.
– Welcome! No problem – Zsolti replied kindly.
– We can start with a warm-up, and then we’ll see what suits you. What’s your name?
– Katalin. And you?
– I’m Zsolti. I’ll be your coach.
That’s how it all started.
Training, conversations, laughter, and long walks.
They soon realized it was more than that.
Not just training, not just attraction – but a heartfelt connection.
– You know, everything is different with you – Katalin said one evening.
– My parents wouldn’t understand, but I don’t care.
– It won’t be easy – Zsolti sighed.
– Your dad’s a bank manager, your mom’s a chief physician. I’m just… a village boy.
– That’s why I love you. Because you’re real.
Zsolti was happy.
Although he knew the girl’s parents would never accept it.
One day, the nightmare came true.
– Are you Zsolti? – a tall, stern-looking man approached him outside the locker room.
– Yes, I am. How can I help you?
– My daughter is seeing you. My name is László Szűcs. And I advise you to stop. Katalin is not right for you.
– Excuse me, but we love each other.
– Love isn’t enough – the father snapped.
– A year from now, you’ll be jobless, wandering somewhere, and my daughter has a future.
Just then, Katalin appeared.
– Dad, stop! You don’t decide who I love.
– If you stay with him, I’ll disown you.
– Then disown me! – the girl shouted.
Katalin moved in with Zsolti.
Into a small rented apartment, which Zsolti barely managed to pay for.
– It’s okay that we don’t have much money – Katalin laughed.
– As long as you’re with me.
Then one evening, Katalin nervously brought news:
– Zsolti… I’m pregnant.
At first, the man just stared, then he held her tightly.
– This is the best news I’ve ever received!
But their happiness was short-lived.
One day, Katalin didn’t come home.
Phone off.
There was an envelope on the door:
“Don’t look for me. I need protection. I don’t want them to hurt you.”
Two weeks later, Zsolti found out: Katalin had died in an accident.
Officially, “she lost control of the car” – but he didn’t believe that.
Not long after, Zsolti, drunk, visited Katalin’s father.
The details were unclear, but by the end of the night, Mr. László was in the hospital with a bleeding head, and Zsolti was arrested and sentenced to five years in prison.
During the five years in prison, Zsolti never wrote a letter.
To anyone.
Not even to his parents.
He closed himself off inside, not just outside.
His fellow prisoners said he was like a shadow: there, but as if he didn’t really live.
Then the day came.
The gates opened, and freedom stood before him.
But Zsolti just nodded silently and walked away.
Not home.
He went to the cemetery.
There was Katalin’s grave.
The stone had worn, but the name and dates were still clearly visible.
“You were the light of my life” – was inscribed on the stone.
Zsolti knelt and began to whisper quietly.
– Hi, Kati… I’ve come back.
But I know it’s too late.
I just… just wanted to say I’m sorry.
Behind him, someone cleared their throat.
An elderly woman stood there, with a scarf and a tired face.
– Are you Zsolti?
Zsolti jumped up.
– Yes. Who are you?
– My name is Aunt Terike. I was Katalin’s old nanny. Before she died, she entrusted me with something. A letter.
– She said I could only give it to you if you were out of prison.
The woman handed him a yellowed envelope with trembling hands.
On the envelope, only this was written:
“If you ever get out…”
Zsolti’s fingers trembled as he opened it.
The handwriting was familiar.
Katalin’s.
As he read the letter, he froze.
Then he sat down on the ground, as if something invisible had struck him.
“My dear Zsolti,
If you’re reading this, I know you’ve been through more than I could ever imagine.
I know you’re angry with me.
And I also know I never truly explained why I did what I did.
But please, read this through.
My father didn’t just threaten me.
He told me he’d make you disappear.
He had a man, a shady figure, hired for it.
I knew he wasn’t bluffing.
And there was our baby.
I couldn’t take the risk.
That’s why I left.
A fabricated accident, a new identity.
I lived on in a small town – alone…
Well, not alone.
Zsolti, you have a son.
Kristóf. He’s four and a half years old now.
He looks so much like you, I cry sometimes when I look at him.
I didn’t dare write.
I was afraid that if they knew we were alive, they’d want to hurt you again.
The day you were arrested was the worst day of my life.
I saw it all on the news.
My heart broke.
I knew it was all because of me.
Everything I did wasn’t enough to protect you.
But now, if you’re reading this, you’re free.
And if you want…
If there’s still a spark of the love we once had…
…then come to us.
The address is on the back of the envelope.
I love you. I will always love you.
And Kristóf is waiting for you.
He doesn’t know about you yet.
But when he sees you, he’ll know.
Katalin”
Zsolti didn’t move.
He just sat in front of the grave, the letter clenched in his hand.
– So… she’s alive – he whispered to himself.
– She is, son – Aunt Terike said quietly.
– And the child too.
They’re waiting for you.
A week later, Zsolti walked through a quiet, green neighborhood street.
In his hand, a little stuffed bear.
He stopped in front of the designated house.
A white fence, rose bushes, a swing in the yard.
Katalin appeared in the doorway.
She hadn’t changed much.
Her hair might have been longer, her eyes perhaps a bit more tired – but when she saw him, she simply said:
– I knew you’d come.
The next moment, a little boy ran out into the yard.
– Mommy, who is this man?
Zsolti knelt down, and his eyes filled with tears.
– Hi, Kristóf.
I… I’m your dad.
The boy looked at him curiously.
He wasn’t scared, didn’t run away.
He just stepped closer and touched Zsolti’s hand.
– Your hand is so warm – he said.
– Just like mine.
Katalin watched them through tears.
And in that moment, Zsolti knew:
No matter what he had done in the past, no matter where he came from, he now had a reason to live.
What he had lost could never be brought back, but something new could be built from what was still left.
And this new life was no longer about guilt.
It was about love.
The end ❤️