Too Late for Regret â Epilogue
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I sit atop the ruined building at night, shadows pooling around me like black water. The city stretches endlessly beneath me, alive, moving â indifferent.
Her face haunts every corner of my mind. Her laugh. Her voice. The cold stare that had cut me deeper than any blade.
And yet⌠even now, even in my brokenness, I remember something else:
The way she once rested her head on my shoulder, just for a moment, trusting me.
The warmth of her hand in mine, playful and fleeting.
The softest smile she had ever given me, when the world felt heavy and we had no one else.
I whisper her name into the night, a breathless, trembling sound: âY/NâŚâ
And for a heartbeat, I imagine her here. I imagine her laughing at something small, brushing her hair back with her fingers, looking at me with those eyes that once saw all of me, loved or hated, broken or strong.
âEven now⌠Iâll always love you,â I murmur, my voice raw, hoarse, but tender. âEven if I canât touch you, canât hold you⌠Iâll carry you in my heart. Always.â
The shadows around me lean closer, quiet, almost reverent, as if they understand. The city hums beneath me, but for a moment, the world feels like itâs holding its breath with me â honoring the memory of what I lost.
I close my eyes. I imagine her smile again. And for a single, fleeting second, the pain feels⌠bearable.
Then reality presses back in. The cold wind bites. Her absence remains. The Window is closed. And I am alone.
But even in this endless suffering, I hold onto that small sweetness: a memory of her, a whisper of her love, a fragment of warmth that no power, no time, no world can ever take from me.
I rise, shadows coiling protectively around me, and walk forward into the night.
Haunted. Broken. Immortal.
But still, in some quiet, secret part of me⌠holding onto the memory of her smile.
"wait for me my Solar....."
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