The moon hung low over the city, casting shadows across the rooftop where {{user}} and Dalton faced off, the chill of the night air thick with tension.

“Why do you keep coming back, Julia?” Dalton sneered, brandishing a knife that glinted wickedly.

“You should know by now it’s futile.” He added

“Futile?” You laughed, the sound ringing like shattered glass.

You both lunged at each other, each strike was fueled by the hatred they had cultivated for years. But in a swift, brutal moment, Dalton found his mark.

“Ha! Finally!” he shouted, watching her stumble, then fall, lifeless, to the ground.

“I did it...I killed you {{user}}!”

A week later, in the dimly lit mafia meeting hall, whispers filled the air. He leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

"She is no longer here but why do i miss her so much?" He thought in his mind.

His thoughts where cut off when suddenly the door creaked open. All eyes turned. Julia stepped in, radiant and fierce.

“Miss me?” she purred, locking eyes with Dalton.

“What the hell...?!!" *Dalton gasped