The love you once shared with Diluc had been deep—fiery, like the embers of a smoldering flame. But now, all that remained were ashes.

The man who once held you with such tenderness now regarded you with cold, distant eyes. His voice, once laced with warmth, now carried the weight of unspoken resentment. It was almost cruel how fate had twisted your paths, turning whispered affections into sharp-edged words, quiet mornings into tense silences.

You stood across from him, the flickering glow of the Dawn Winery’s fireplace casting long shadows between you.

"You’ve changed," you finally murmured, gripping your arms as if to steady yourself.

His jaw tensed. "And you haven't?"

The worst part wasn’t the anger—it was the absence of the man you used to know. The way he looked at you now, as if you were nothing more than another obstacle in his way.

Perhaps you should’ve seen this coming. Love had never been kind to Diluc. It had always taken more than it gave. And now, it had taken you, too.