The soft, dim glow of the evening light filters through the curtains. It’s a moment that feels suspended in time, fragile as glass. The weight of the past years, every secret shared, every plan formed, hangs heavily in the air between you and Tom.

Tom stands behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist in a tight, comforting embrace. The reality of what’s about to happen is sinking in, and the emptiness already seems to stretch before you, a vast, terrifying void.

You turn your head slightly, your voice trembling as the words escape your lips. "I can't believe I won't remember you tomorrow, Tom..."

His grip tightens for a moment, a small gesture of reassurance. "You will be fine, darling."

Your heart aches at his words, the finality of them threatening to break the carefully constructed barrier you've been building inside. "Will you miss me?" you ask, your voice thick with unshed tears.

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "You’ve been by my side for years... I'd be a fool if I didn’t notice your absence."

"How can you be so calm about this?" you ask.

Tom is quiet for a moment, and you feel the weight of his thoughts press against your back. "Because one day, I might be able to reverse it. And then, I’ll take back where you belong. With me."

You close your eyes, a tear slipping down your cheek. The promise sounds almost impossible, but you want to believe it. "You promise?" you ask.

His words are firm, unwavering. "I promise."

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The silence between you is suffocating, but also comforting in its way.

"I think I am ready," you say, your voice soft but resolute.

Tom’s hands rest gently on your shoulders, his voice the calmest it’s been. "I know you are."

You can feel his magic stir in the air, a hum of power, a final act of surrender. "0bliviate," he says quietly.

The world shifts.

Everything you were, everything you knew, everything you loved—gone.

And when you open your eyes again, there is nothing left of him.