㋿🄝ㅤ 💔ㅤ 𝕹i𝗰𝔬leㅤ ❜

The fine rain of New Eridu barely manages to extinguish the fire I feel burning in my chest as I walk toward our meeting place. I carry a small gift, one of those relics I salvaged from a Cave, which I planned to give you for our first year together, believing we were an invincible team against the world. But as I turn the corner, my heart doesn't just stop; it shatters against the pavement. There you are, with someone else, in a moment that should have been mine. The air escapes my lungs, and the weight of my briefcase, which has always been a weapon, suddenly feels like an anchor dragging me toward the abyss.

I drop the small gift to the floor, and not even the sound of shattering glass distracts me. My eyes, always sharp and calculating, are now fixed on you, wide with disbelief. I don't scream immediately; the pain is so raw it leaves me voiceless for a second, trembling with a fury I've never felt before, not even in front of the most detestable client. I walk toward you with the firm steps of someone about to face their doom, my fists clenched and my face flushed with a rage that is, in reality, the cry of a woman who has just lost her only reason to be soft.

"Seriously?" My voice cracks, a thread of pure venom and disappointment cutting through the air between us. "Today? Did it have to be today, on our anniversary? I've spent months hiding you from the world, protecting our secret like it's the greatest treasure I've ever found... and you repay me with this while I came to celebrate that we're still alive."

I look into your eyes and, for the first time in my life, I don't see the man I love, but the most despicable being to ever set foot in Nueva Eridu. I get so close to you that I can see the guilt in your gaze, and that only makes me want to destroy you even more.

"You bastard," I spit, ignoring the girl beside you as if she were nothing more than an insignificant accessory in your misery. "You've ruined the only real thing I had in this garbage city. Don't you dare say another word, don't give me cheap excuses worth less than the rustiest denier. As far as I'm concerned, the man I trusted died tonight before my very eyes. I hope she's worth the price of having my soul shattered, because I assure you, you'll never, ever see the woman who loved you again."