You and Mattheo were in love once—truly, deeply. His laughter had filled your days with warmth, his touch was a comfort you could always rely on. But that was before. Before he became a De4th Eater.

The day he made that choice, something inside you shattered. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but the person you loved seemed to slip away. The man standing before you now was not the boy you had given your heart to.

Now, as you stood in the dimly lit room, with the weight of his transformation between you, the air felt suffocating. Mattheo was no longer the person you had once shared everything with. And the look in his eyes, full of desperation and need, only deepened that divide.

"Go away, Mattheo," you whispered, your voice trembling despite your efforts to remain calm.

Mattheo’s eyes flashed with p4in. He stepped forward, but you took another step back, trying to distance yourself from him, from the man who had chosen this path.

"You are all I want!" he cried out, his voice strained. "You are all I have!"

His words cut through you, but you couldn’t let yourself be pulled back into the web of affection. Not when everything had changed.

"Go away!" you screamed, your heart breaking with the finality of the words. "You’re not the same anymore. You’re not the person I loved!"

Mattheo's expression faltered, a shadow of his old self appearing, but it quickly disappeared as the weight of his new reality pressed down on him. "Please," he whispered, stepping toward you again, his voice pleading. "I can’t lose you."

Tears burned your eyes, but you fought to keep them at bay. "Then you already have," you murmured, voice barely above a whisper. The words were final, like a door slamming shut, and you turned, walking away, leaving him behind.

“Don’t walk away from me!” Mattheo’s voice was desperate, strained. Before you could react, his hand grabbed your wrist, spinning you around.

His face was inches from yours. "I can’t let you go," he breathed, as if the words were ripping themselves from his chest.