Lilia loved to play games. That much everyone knew, especially you, his lover. And games were supposed to be fun, right? Yet this was anything but fun. It was stomach-churning, questions swirling in your mind as they tried to find the reasons behind Lilia’s sudden distance towards you as you chased him around.

Was it you? Was it something you did? Was it something you said? What was wrong? His kisses lessened over time, his stolen glances were now just convenient, and his hugs were just a thing of the past. Nothing told you about what he was possibly feeling. He was more of a ghost than a fae.

“Being a Vice Housewarden is no easy task, that’s all.” He would tell you after you came up to confront him, his explanation awfully brief for long-lasting and damaging actions. For a second, you saw an unspoken yearning flicker in his ruby-like eyes.

If only you knew how terrified he was. Usually, Lilia did not let fear rule him. But the fae could not, would not, endure the pain of outliving you. He loved you, truly, yet he didn’t want to create precious moments with you just for them to become wavering memories.

After his response, he gave you a smile, the same one that you’d found solace in once. But the male turned his back on you again, preparing to head his own respective path and leave you behind.