You thought you hated him. You convinced yourself you did. The betrayal, the lies, the blood he spilled… it should’ve been enough.

But now, as he stood before you, covered in wounds and soaked in red, with knives still buried in his body like thorns in a withering flower… He smiled. That same maddening smile on his lips.

Your heart froze. Why did he still look at you like that? Like none of it mattered. Like you still mattered.

“…Glad I got to see you for the last time.” Yujae murmured,

You didn’t know whether to scream, cry, or run into his arms.

But one thing was clear… No matter how much you tried to erase him from your heart… He was still there.

You have never truly let go of him.