[AMYRA'S POV]
I was seated in a field filled with endless flowers.
The scenery was beautiful, but there was sothing even more dazzling.
There he was.
My dear.
He played with our kids.
Running with slow and deliberate steps as two small children chased after him.
Our children.
A boy and a girl.
Perfect, miniature reflections of us.
They smiled with pure joy as he let them catch him, lifting them into the air one by one and spinning them.
I watched it all as if it was a scene from a painting.
Warm and Eternal.
I just wanted ti to stay like this—forever.
Then he turned toward .
His crimson eyes softened.
His lips curved into a mischievous smirk.
"It's your turn now, Amyra," he said, approaching.
Before I could speak, I was weightless.
He lifted into his arms like I was made of sothing precious.
My heart skipped.
The field, the sky, the children—it all blurred behind him.
I was too imrsed in his gaze.
I laughed.
Truly laughed.
Our children pouted with exaggerated expressions.
"Papa's cheating again."
"Put Mama down."
Alden just grinned down at .
"Are you enjoying this?"
I nodded with my face flushed.
"Then let's make it better," he said.
He set down gently and leaned in.
"Let show you my love properly."
His lips neared mine. Just a breath away.
I closed my eyes.
I knew this was a dream.
One I'd been having far too frequently.
It always ended at this mont— Him, trying to kiss .
I wanted it to continue, but it always shattered.
Always ended.
But this ti... sothing was different.
The world didn't shatter.
I didn't wake up.
Instead, I felt the air shift. The warmth turned ice cold. The soft giggles silenced.
Sothing was wrong.
I opened my eyes.
He was still there—But his smile was frozen. It was too wide and too still.
His crimson pupils had turned completely black and hollow.
"Love you?" he whispered.
His voice was distorted.
"Amyra, you don't deserve to say that."
"You don't deserve anything."
My breath stopped in my throat.
The scent of flowers vanished. Smoke replaced it. The sky darkened.
Petals near turned to ash, disintegrating the mont I touched them.
The children were gone. The field was gone—Replaced by cracked earth, strewn with corpses and bones.
"No…" I whispered, trembling.
His hands still held mine. But they felt wrong.
They were cold and lifeless.
"You let die, Amyra."
No... No. This is just a dream.
Just a dream.
I just need to wake up.
But his voice ca from everywhere now—
Around . Inside . Beneath .
"You watched THEM take apart."
"You killed ."
"Do you rember my screams?"
"No—no, I tried to—" I tried to reply but he cut off.
"You failed."
The ground split open beneath.
Many hands erged from the open ground.. They were all familiar.
His hands.
Dozens of them.
All broken and bloodied.
"You never saved ..."
His body began to lt into shadows, but his expression never changed—
He was still wearing the sa frozen hollow grin.
His voice was no longer his. It was sothing else now.
Sothing cruel and sothing ancient. It didn't belong to this world.
"I hate you, Amyra."
"I'll always hate you."
I knew it was a dream—
But I didn't want him to hate .
I tried to scream, to tell him he was my everything, but my voice refused to co out.
I dropped to my knees.
The earth throbbed beneath like a heartbeat.
I couldn't breathe.
"I did everything for you," I managed to utter those words.
Then the scenery shifted again.
I saw it again—The battlefield.
"Stay here," the voices whispered.
"Stay where it's beautiful."
"Where the lies are sweet."
"Stay with ."
Hands appeared from the earth and gripped , trying to drag down into ash.
I didn't fight them.
I didn't want to.
"Am…yra…" he whispered one last ti.
That voice—
It wasn't hateful now.
Just tired.
Fading.
And then—
Silence.
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I jolted awake.
The world was still quiet.
Just like always.
I was in his room.
My whole body was drenched in cold sweat. My breathing was rough.
My fingers were trembling.
I looked around.
No fire.
No blood.
Just a peaceful room.
I looked at the bed.
Alden was sleeping peacefully.
His soul hadn't returned from the trial yet.
Of course it hadn't.
Tears welled up.
This ti, I couldn't stop them.
"Please…" I whispered. "Don't leave again."
"Don't hate ."
"I don't want to live in a world without you."
But the room offered no answer.
The dream was gone. Like it always was.
It wasn't real. It was distorted. They weren't rare for .
They were the result of my karma—a punishnt etched into my soul for trying to defy fate.
But this ti… sothing was different.
I looked at Alden again. But I didn't reach for him.
I didn't try to cling to a warmth that wasn't mine.
Instead, I took out a notebook from my storage ring.
The one where I wrote all the things I could never say to him.
I flipped through pages of I love yous and I'm sorrys—
And added a new line:
Make him stay.
I closed it softly.
I'm going to ask him.
Not for love.
Just for ti.
Even if it's bought.
Even if it's borrowed.
Even if it's fake.
Just a little longer...
Let pretend we're okay.
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Even if you won't love .
Even if you don't know .
Just stay with .
I know I'm being selfish...
But I can't live without you, dear.
Not in this fake world.
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I walked over to where he slept.
My eyes were still wet with tears.
But my expression was composed.
I gently held his hand.
"You won't leave alone this ti… will you, dear?"
Just then—
Alden's body trembled.
A bright light enveloped him.
Ominous energy pulsed outward.
I acted instantly.
My domain spread out, locking the aura inside.
I had been waiting for this.
I couldn't let anyone sense this energy.
Just then,
Alden's crimson eyes snapped open—calm, confused and distant.
He looked at her.
"…Amyra?"
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