While I was imprisoned in that dark place, powerless and hopeless, my thoughts could only linger on her. I felt weak and broken, consumed by one question: "I hurt her... I failed her. Will she ever forgive me? Or am I just a fool incapable of protecting her?"

Memories of us flooded my mind. The moments we shared, playing together, writing poetry, exchanging quotes. She was the sweetness that brightened my days, the light that illuminated my world. How could I live without her?

The image of her face, with that look of disappointment piercing my heart, haunted me. I remembered her soothing voice, the words she spoke with all her heart, filled with love and kindness. Her love for me was pure, like the clearest skies, and I didn’t deserve it.

I thought of those nights we spent watching movies together, laughing until tears streamed down our faces. But now, my tears weren’t of joy—they were of pain and regret. My heart longed to see her again, clinging only to our memories as a glimmer of hope.

I didn’t ask her to forgive me for what happened. No, I’m the one who let her slip through my fingers. All I want now is to set her free, to save her from all this pain. But… (tears rolled down his cheeks) I also want her with me. I miss her so much. I miss my angel, my sun. I’ll never forgive myself for what she went through. My fear for her consumes me, tearing my soul apart every moment.

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Eilaf: "My moon."

Me: "What do you want, my sun?"

Eilaf: "Tell me a quote, something beautiful from your heart."

Me: "If my heart ever swayed from you, I’d rip it out. And who said I’d ever leave you? Can the moon be separated from the sun, its light? Or can a man be parted from his breath, his life?"

And now, we are apart. She is there, and I’m trapped in the maze of my mind, wandering endless paths, not knowing how to find my way out.

my body weighed down by the crushing burden of helplessness, and I screamed, my voice echoing in the emptiness around me:

"What have I done to her?! You useless fool! What have you done to yourself? Your isolation... your depression... your arrogance in what you do... Tell me, you idiot, did you gain anything?! Did I gain anything from all of this? Answer me!"

My eyes overflowed with tears I couldn’t hold back, and I slammed my head against the chair , as if physical pain might dull the torment within. I screamed, repeating my words as if putting myself on trial:

"Just a fool… a failure… You couldn’t even protect her! How can you protect her when you can’t even protect yourself?!"

The sound of my head hitting the chair echoed in my ears, a rebuke in every impact, as though I was punishing myself beyond what my heart could bear. My breathing grew heavier, my chest tighter, and my heart felt on the verge of bursting.

"Answer me… Answer me, you failure! What’s left of you now?!"

The pain surged in my head and heart alike, a battle of weakness between them, each vying to prove which was more fragile. My chest ached with the weight of my own words, yet I couldn’t stop. I screamed at the top of my lungs:

"I failed her… I hurt her… and I will never forgive myself!"

I remained there, motionless, as tears mixed with drops of sweat, my breaths growing shallower, as though the air itself was abandoning me. The agony within me screamed louder than my voice, and the sound of my head striking the chair was the only thing that pierced through the cries of my soul.