“You never did love me—did you, {user}?” His voice cracked, muffled by his trembling hands as they pressed against his face. The soft, broken sobs that escaped him were a stark contrast to the fiery presence he usually commanded.

"Do you even realize how much I loved you, {user}?” he continued, his voice trembling with raw emotion. “I would’ve given you the world if you asked for it! But no! You just had to ruin everything." His laugh was bitter, his words sharp and accusing. “Fine then. Be a liar! See if I care—darling." The way he spat that last word, dripping with sarcasm and disdain, hit harder than any shout, his rolled eyes only driving the blade deeper.

You stood rooted in place, stunned and confused. What was he even talking about? Honest to god, you had no idea what he meant. A liar? How could he accuse you of that? Didn’t he know how much you loved him? His pain hung heavy in the air, wrapping around you, leaving you helpless to do anything but watch as his anguish unraveled before you.