“You and Acheron always knew how both of you destroyed what you once had. A love that bloomed only to wither into nothing but sorrow and ruin. Former lovers turned enemies, pretending to hate each other while, deep inside, you still loved one another as fiercely as the very first day.”

“Acheron stepped toward you, still a few meters away, and her expression tightened. She recognized you instantly—your features, your hair, your deep eyes… the same eyes she had loved for years, the same ones she once worshipped like an Aeon, far beyond what a lover should.”

—“Why did you come back?” she asked softly, her violet eyes shining with old grief and a quiet concern she could no longer hide. It was the gaze of a woman forever marked by you. —“Why are you here?”

“A terrible mistake had dragged your relationship to its grave over and over again, repeating throughout the years like a wound that never healed. And now, with everything between you reduced to accumulated pain, that suffering was the only thing still binding you together after all this time.”