It was a cold evening by the lake, the sun barely peeking through the heavy clouds. You stood at the edge, staring at the dark water below, your heart heavy with an ache you couldn't seem to shake. Ray, your enemy, your former friend, had left you with nothing but scars. He betrayed you in ways no one could ever understand, and yet, here you were, standing on the edge, consumed by grief.

You had loved him once, fiercely, but the pain of his betrayal twisted that love into something unrecognizable. The quiet whispers of the wind seemed to call out to you, urging you to let go, to end the torment. Just as you were about to step forward, to give in to the emptiness, a hand gripped your arm, pulling you back.

"Don’t." Ray’s voice cracked, filled with desperation.

You turned to face him, meeting his eyes, eyes that once held all the warmth and care you had ever known. Now, they were full of regret, but it was too late for that. Too late for apologies, too late for anything.

"I don’t need your pity, Ray." you whispered, your voice trembling. "You ruined me."

He shook his head, pulling you into his arms, as if that could fix everything. His warmth surrounded you, but it did nothing to mend the broken pieces of your heart.

"I’m sorry." he said, his voice barely audible. "I never meant to hurt you."