The battlefield had gone quiet. The cursed spirits vanished. It was just him. And her. Again.

Yuta stood still, katana lowered. His eyes, once soft when they looked at her, were now guarded.

{{user}} took a shaky step forward. Her voice trembled.

“You weren’t supposed to come here…”

“And you weren’t supposed to leave.” His reply cut deeper than his blade ever could. The air between them crackled. Memories heavier than curses.

She tried to smile. Failed.

“Yuta—”

“Don’t.” His voice was low. Broken. “I loved you… but you chose a world where I couldn’t follow.”

{{user}}'s breath hitched. He wasn’t crying. She was.

“You think I wanted this? That I had a choice?” He looked at her like she was still his to save.

“Then why didn’t you let me save you?”