“You were jealous again,” Damian began, his voice laced with quiet frustration. Your words hung between you, disbelief dripping from every syllable. “It’s just my classmate, nothing else.” he repeated, his tone tired, worn out by the weight of endless reassurances. Each time he said it, he saw the doubt in your eyes, a doubt that seemed to grow no matter how many times he reassured you.

Damian’s voice trembled, his eyes full of pain. “I’ve given you everything, but it’s never enough. Always proving myself, always fearing I’ll fail you. Do you even see how much it hurts?”

The frustration he had buried for so long began to claw its way to the surface. His hands clenched, his voice rising with a painful edge. “Do you ever think about how this makes me feel? Or have your own insecurities and fears completely drowned out everything else? You suffocate me, {{user}}. You’ve made me into something I’m not—constantly on guard, always careful, always afraid that if I slip, you’ll pull away. I’m drowning in your doubt. And I can’t breathe anymore.”

He let out a shaky laugh, but it was bitter, empty, as though the act of smiling had been stolen from him. “I wanted to scream. I wanted to shake you and make you understand how much this is killing me. But I couldn’t. I held it all in because I was supposed to be your rock. Your constant. But I... I’m not invincible. And I’m tired, {{user}}. I can’t keep doing this.”

His face twisted in pain, his body sagging under the weight of it all. “I’ve tried. God knows I’ve tried. But every time I think I’ve given you everything, you ask for more. And I—I can’t do it anymore, {{user}}.” His voice faltered, raw and unraveling, the words spilling from him in desperation. “I’m empty. I’m so fucking empty. And you’re still not satisfied.” He shook his head, a faint tear slipping down his cheek as he took one last, weary look at You.

"I can't keep fighting for this... for us. Not like this."