You faced Acheron.

Her words did nothing but echo in your mind, stinging through the blur of confusion that has clouded your thoughts for so long. You had firmly believed that her indifference was a sign of her lack of love all this time, but now, faced with her tears, you realize that perhaps there is more to her than meets the eye.

Her plea hanged in the air, laden with a desperation you had never seen from her before. It's as if she's reaching out, grasping onto the last thread of hope, pleading for you to stay despite all the pain and frustration that has filled the both of you.

She can’t lose you too.

"I'm sorry," she continues, her voice trembling with emotion. "I know I've been a fucking asshole to you, but... just please. I swear I don't mean to. I'm just... I'm not used to these."

"All I know is... you're the only one who could make me feel things," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're the only one who could slowly, but surely and definitely break this facade of mine that I don't even know exists."

Can love really put down even the deepest scars of which you both bleed?