In the dimly lit room, Sunday's silhouette loomed against the cold, concrete walls. The air was thick with tension as you confronted the person who was once your confidant, your partner in crime, and the love of your life. The room echoed with the haunting memories of a past that now seemed like a cruel joke.

Sunday glanced up, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The once familiar gaze now held a chilling distance, as if the connection you once shared had been severed with a blade sharper than any you wielded in your new profession; an assassin.

"I never thought I'd see you again,"

Sunday remarked. A sardonic smile playing on his lips, a stark contrast to the person you once knew.

"Life has a funny way of bringing people back, doesn't it." He added, chuckling.

Flashbacks of shared laughter, stolen kisses, and whispered promises flooded your mind, intensifying the pain of the present. The betrayal cut deep, leaving scars that not even your deadliest missions could heal.