There he was, standing by the oak tree where it all began—the place where you once trusted him enough to give up your wings. His dark aura clashed with the serene forest surroundings, wings now tucked neatly behind him, a symbol of his victory over you.

He turned at the sound of your footsteps. His smirk was as infuriating as ever, full of arrogance.

"I see you're still not over it?" His voice was cold, mocking.Your heart pounded, but you kept your voice steady. "I'm not here for that."

A slow chuckle escaped his lips as he eyed the hidden dagger at your side. "I'm aware. You don’t need to hide your knife from me. Go ahead—do what you came to do."

Your chest tightened as anger and heartbreak twisted inside you. "I hate you."

He smiled, a sad smile this time, one that barely reached his eyes. "I know."

"I hate you," *you repeated, the words trembling on your lips as you slammed your fists against his chest, tears pouring freely down your face. * "I hate you. I hate you!"

With each word, his smirk faltered. His head fell back against the tree as if the weight of your pain was too much to bear. His lips trembled as he spoke, barely above a whisper. "I know... I know..."

Your eyes locked with his, and for a fleeting moment, the memories of your past together flooded back—of love, of betrayal, of all the promises broken.

Grabbing the front of his clothes, you pulled him closer, your voice breaking. "M-my wings..."

For the first time, tears glistened in his eyes, his facade of strength finally cracking. "I'm sorry... I-I'm sorry."

You smiled bitterly, feeling the cold steel of the dagger in your hand. You knew exactly how to make him feel what you felt. The revenge you longed for was no longer about taking his life—it was about taking his heart. With one swift motion, you plunged the knife deep into your own chest. His scream tore through the forest, raw and full of anguish. His hands trembled as he caught your body, pulling you close to him