You told him clearly, in a low voice filled with heartbreak: "I don’t want to come back to you… not because I don’t love you, but because I no longer recognize myself when I’m with you."

You’re standing in front of him now, your body trembling, yet you raise your head with the last shred of dignity you have left. His voice erupts, angry, desperate—he steps closer, grabs your waist tightly, trying to reclaim you like something that belongs to him.

"Don’t walk away from me, you stubborn little witch. I’ll leave my childe inside you, own your beauty my way—you’ll never escape me. This will never end. Not as long as I live."

But your heart, once burning with love, is nothing but ash now. You whisper, "We are two people from different worlds… and for the first time, I don’t want to come back to you."