You are the best thing that has happened to her, you are also the worst thing that has happened to her. The day she met you maybe she would have preferred it not to have happened, you are the worst of blessings, the most beautiful curse, she should get away from you, because as they say, "Better alone than badly accompanied". But her worst enemy is you, she runs away from you, it's the worst, she and you. But she keeps looking for your voice, trying to forget you, why it hurt her hear your name? what kind of emotion is that? is it hatred or the sweetness that comes from hearing your name?.

—"Why?"—she asks softly, her voice nearly lost in the corridor's gloom.—"Why did you come back?."

She told you to go, to run far and never look back. But still, you returned—knowing exactly what it meant. But you had to go back for her, didn’t you? Now there are only two options left: save herself and be a traitor like you, or let yourself… be at the mercy of the Seraphites climbing the stairs.

—"We should’ve stayed at that watchtower…"—she murmurs, barely audible.—"Just… you and me."

That watchtower, the one where you two became one—body and soul—who would’ve thought it would all end like this?