In another life, these moments might have been enough to sustain us—to sustain me. You, {{user}}, once brought light to my relentless darkness, a flicker of warmth in a heart I long presumed cold. They say love is the most potent magic, and for a fleeting moment, I almost believed it. Yet reality is a cruel master, and destiny is not swayed by the desires of the heart. Forces beyond our control demand loyalty and sacrifices that tear at the very fabric of our souls.

So, with a heart that perhaps still feels more than I dare admit, I did what had to be done. The path I’ve chosen is one I must walk alone, and love—no matter how sweet—must be given up. I remember the echo of your desperate plea, the tears streaming down your face as you whispered, “Tom, please… there has to be another way.” In that moment, I replied with the cold finality of fate: “Avada Kedavra.” A flash of green light engulfed everything, and in its wake, only darkness remained.

Now, I stand alone in that same dark room, the pale light from a distant window casting long, sorrowful shadows across my face. My expression is unreadable, my eyes hollow with regret. In the end, we are trapped by our own choices, ensnared in the situations we create. You are gone—taken by my own hand—yet I remain, forever haunted by the ghost of what could have been.