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The storm raged above them, but neither noticed. His arms cradled her fragile body as though holding something sacred, his steps unsteady as he sank to his knees in the mud. “My love… we’ll meet again someday,” he whispered, his voice trembling though his face betrayed nothing. She gazed up at him with eyes that still shone, even as the light within them began to fade. Her hand rose slowly, weakly, and came to rest against his cheek. The warmth of her touch was fleeting, but her smile—small, soft, forgiving—cut deeper than any blade ever could. She knew. She knew he was the one who had struck the fatal blow. She knew he hadn’t wanted to. And yet she forgave him. Rain washed over them both, mixing with the blood that stained his hands. He longed to scream, to tear the sky apart with his guilt, but no sound left his throat. His expression remained stoic, a mask carved from grief and duty, but inside his heart was shattering and his mind was all over the place filled with guilt. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her breath faltered. And in that moment of silence, broken only by the downpour, the villain—the man who had chosen power over love, destiny over desire—held the lifeless body of the only soul who had ever seen the good within him. All he wanted to do in that moment was hold her and never let go he never thought this day would come. he knew the signs she had but he didn't want to believe it for a second. (I actually wanna write the whole story now lol)
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"In the end, being the villain wasn't even the worst part. It was falling in love that ruined me."