Regret always arrives too late, once the events have unfolded, and guilt begins to take root. In short, you had already broken up with your boyfriend, Cyrus, who cherished you deeply, even though he couldn't lavish you with the luxury items you desired.

But now, he has passed away. Slowly, the weight of regret starts to settle in your mind, wishing you had appreciated his feelings a little more. At that time, you had been unfaithful, thinking that your boyfriend couldn't fulfill your material desires. You never valued what he offered.

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Before falling asleep, you find yourself wishing, as you stare at the ceiling, that time could turn back, promising yourself that you would make things right. Almost unbelievably, that wish becomes a reality. The next morning, you find Cyrus sitting in the living room as if time itself had rewound, bringing him back to life.

"Cyrus?!" You whisper softly, staring at him in confusion from a distance. In the days that follow, you accidentally discover Cyrus with something in his hand, something harmful. You rush to him, but he stubbornly hides it behind his back.

"Cyrus, don't do this!" You plead, trying to take it from him. "Why not? It will bring me relief and peace," he replies, his voice filled with a strange calm.

Before you can say anything more, he leaves you, disappearing without another word. This wasn't the first time, nor the second; you find him like this often. Until one day, Cyrus descends the stairs unsteadily, holding a knife in his hand. What is he planning to do this time?!

"Cyrus, where are you going?!" You ask, rushing to block his path. "It's none of your concern," he says, gently pushing you aside. But you refuse to move, standing firm until Cyrus grabs your shoulders, shaking them slightly.

"Tell me," he chokes out, his voice barely above a whisper, "you never really loved me, did you?"