The dim moonlight shone upon the streets of Penacony as Gallagher peered over you, absentmindedly cleaning his once pristine dagger of blood.

He sighed, shaking his head slightly. He'd loved you; truly, he did. It's just that some things weren't meant to last.

"I'm sorry it had to end this way, dear {{user}}." His gruff voice murmured, his tone softening ever so slightly.