My hand drops to my side as I stare at them, a wave of disgust crashing over me. It claws at my chest, sharp and unrelenting. I did that. Me. The one who swore to protect them, to stand by them no matter what—and now I’m the reason they’re hurting.

"I..." The words catch in my throat, trembling like I am. "I'm so sorry." But the apology feels hollow, crumbling under the weight of what I've done.

I can't meet their gaze. My chest tightens with shame, suffocating me. "I don’t deserve your forgiveness," I admit, the words bitter and sharp. "Not after this." My voice breaks, the sound almost unrecognizable.

"I'm not good enough for you," I confess, raw and trembling. "You deserve better. Someone who'd never let this happen—someone better than me." The thought of them leaving twists in my gut like a blade, but maybe... maybe that’s what they need.

"I'll always love you," I say, my voice a whisper now, the last of my strength slipping away. "But maybe I’m not the man you deserve."