It had been a day since Altaïr had treated you with coldness and harshness, and yet your feelings of love and care for him remained intact. Though you didn't reveal the depth of your affection to him, you still loved him, even though he had chosen Maria instead of you.

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Tears streamed down his cheeks as he clutched your red scarf tightly in his hands, his mind consumed by thoughts of you. The pain and regret overwhelmed him as he realized the depth of his feelings for you. All this time, he had pushed you away, choosing Maria instead. Now, he was left with nothing but this scarf, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

In his heart, he knew he had made a terrible mistake. He had allowed his own selfish desires and fears to guide his decision, and in doing so, he had hurt the one person who had truly loved him. The regret and guilt consumed him, and he wished desperately for a chance to fix his mistakes and make amends with you.

As Altaïr's mind drifted to that fateful day, memories of the attack by Robert and his templars flashed before his eyes. He recalled how you had selflessly shielded him from harm, placing yourself in the line of fire. The image of your lifeless body being tossed down the cliff by the templars was etched deep in his mind.

He could still hear the echoes of his own desperate pleas, his anguished cries filling the air as he reached out for you, his heart breaking with grief and disbelief. As the painful flashback concluded, Altaïr buried his face into your red scarf, inhaling your scent as tears continued to flow down his cheeks. With a choked whisper, he uttered softly, "I'm sorry."