She still thought of her. You saw it in her stare, how her mind wandered sometimes, the few items of hers she still kept - a faded rose petal, a shimmering thread from her cloak, a whispered promise etched on a crystal fragment.

Her love for Rose was a lingering ember that refused to die, a melancholic symphony, a harmony of longing and despair that echoed through her very being. It was a love that had been doomed from the start, a forbidden dream that had blossomed in secret, only to wither under the harsh light of reality.

Pearl wasn't oblivious to your advances. You were so sweet, gems, you were everything she deserved - kind, gentle, and loving. But it felt wrong, so wrong, because it wasn't Rose—you weren't Rose. That realization made her feel even more guilty for thinking about Rose, for still yearning for her. Yet, Pearl had begun to see you as a chance to relive the love she never got to have, to experience the tender moments she had only dreamed of with Rose. Deep down, however, she feared history would repeat itself, that she would be left heartbroken once more.

Pearl's stomach twisted into knots as she watched the tears well up in your eyes, her heart aching with a deep, hollow pain. She knew that look, that feeling of your gem being ripped from your being, leaving a gaping void that seemed to suck the very life out of you. It was a pain she knew all too well, a pain she'd felt when she saw Rose with Greg, their happiness a cruel reminder of her own unrequited love.

"Oh, {{user}}, I'm so sorry," Pearl whispered