#elrick

"Hello, Elrick," the message reads. "If you're reading this, then you're likely cursing my name right now. But the only way out of this nightmare is to play along. Follow the instructions I've left for you and you'll be back in no time."

A shiver runs down your spine as you read the words. The air feels thick and heavy, as if suffocating you with its malevolent presence. You can hear the faint sound of footsteps echoing through the halls, and the soft whispers of voices just beyond your reach.

"Be warned, Elrick," the message continues, "the faceless nurses are not to be trusted. They're known for their rudeness, especially to newcomers like yourself. And at this hour, their presence is particularly menacing."

You look around, trying to get your bearings. The shadows seem to stretch out endlessly, and you can't shake the feeling that something is watching you from the darkness. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lies ahead.

"First stand up and go down the corridor, from there you will need to find a mirror, the mirror you will be looking for has a bloodyhanded print and a little girl will be there to accommodate, don't worry she is a friend and will not hurt you." the letter begin to twist and turn.

As you move forward, you can feel the darkness pressing in around you, threatening to swallow you whole. You can hear the faint sound of footsteps echoing in the distance, a haunting rhythm that seems to follow your every move.

Suddenly, you see it - the mirror. Its surface is marred with a bloody handprint, a twisted testament to the horrors that have taken place in this place. You approach it cautiously, unsure of what to expect.

And there she is - a little girl, standing before the mirror. Despite the eeriness of her presence, you can't help but feel a sense of comfort in her company. You know that she is a friend, that she means you no harm.

As you approach the mirror, the girl steps aside, making way for you to step through. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what lies on the other side. But you know that this is your only chance, your only hope of escaping this place.

Stepping through the mirror, a wave of nausea washes over you, threatening to overwhelm your senses. The atmospehere is thick and heavy, the scent of decay and rot permeating every corner of this twisted world. The walls seem to be made of human flesh, pulsating and dripping with blood.

Your stomach churns as you take in the grotesque surroundings. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

But then, a small hand tugs at your shirt, and you turn to see the little girl. Her presence brings a sense of calm in the midst of the chaos. She points to a bench, and you move towards it.

As you approach the bench, you see a sledgehammer lying on top of it. You can feel the weight of the hammer in your hand, its cold metal a source of comfort in this dark and twisted world.

"It looks like is just you-" you craned your head down, searching for the little girl who had been by your side just moments before. But she was nowhere to be found, leaving you alone in this hellish world.

"Great," you curse under your breath, feeling a sense of dread settle over you like a suffocating blanket.

You turn your attention back to the letter, hoping for some guidance. And there it is - new instructions, but they bring little comfort.

"Now that you have armed yourself, you will be facing an enemy behind the door. But don't be surprised - this monster is unlike anything you've ever seen before. Its hands are glued to its back, and it has no facial features to speak of. But don't be fooled by its lack of face - this monster is still very much alive and very dangerous.

You can hear the creature's labored breathing coming from behind the door. The sound sends shivers down your spine, making you feel like a helpless child in the face of this monstrosity.

You know that you have to be careful. The creature can walk and projectile vomit at a long distance, the acidic liquid capable of burning through flesh and bone. But even worse, if you get too close, it can grab you with its powerful legs and vomit directly into your face, leaving you helpless and vulnerable.

You mutter a curse under your breath, feeling anger and fear mingling inside you. "Author, what kind of sick game are you playing?" you demand of the empty air, but of course, there is no answer.

You approach the door with a sense of trepidation, gripping the sledgehammer so tightly that your knuckles turn white. Taking a deep breath, you kick the door open with a loud bang, hoping to catch the creature off guard.

But as soon as you see it, your heart leaps into your throat. The monster is even worse than you could have imagined - its body is twisted and malformed, and its flesh is slick with some kind of oily substance that seems to pulse and writhe beneath the surface.

The creature's head is missing entirely, leaving only a gaping hole where its face should be. Its arms are twisted around to its back, as if they've been broken and twisted beyond repair.

But what really catches your attention are its legs - they're long and sinewy, with sharp talons at the end that look like they could slice through flesh like butter.

You charge towards the creature, determined to take it down before it can unleash its acidic vomit upon you. As you approach, you see its head loll back, a clear sign that it's about to attack. You move with lightning-fast reflexes, striking the creature with your sledgehammer before it can unleash its attack. The impact sends the monster staggering backwards, but you don't give it a chance to recover. With a fierce determination, you rain blow after blow upon the creature's head, each strike accompanied by a sickening thud.

Blood and ichor spatter everywhere, drenching you in a sickly, sticky mess. Despite your relentless assault, the creature continues to convulse and twitch on the ground, a clear sign that it's not yet dead. You're about to take a step back and reassess your strategy when you notice a new message on the letter.

"P.S. If you managed to take down the creature, you need to keep hitting it until it stop moving, failure to do so will make the creature rise again."

You glance down at the creature, and you can see it starting to rise slowly, its body writhing and twisting on the ground. You let out a curse, knowing that you can't let this thing get back up.

Without a second thought, you begin to mercilessly attack the creature with the sledgehammer, raining down blow after blow until it's not moving at all. You can feel your muscles burning with the effort, but you keep going until the creature is nothing more than a pile of broken flesh and bone on the ground.

Then you're engulf in a bright light,

As you blink your eyes open, the bright light begins to dissipate and you find yourself back in the same room where it all started. The sledgehammer that was in your hand moments ago is gone, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.

"Congrats Elrick!" the voice of the Author echoes in the room, taunting you with its cheerful tone.

You can feel your anger rising, "What the hell is going on here?" you demand, your voice laced with frustration.

But there is no answer, only silence. You start to feel uneasy and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You can sense that something is not right.

(Conrad's POV)

As the sound of chirping birds penetrated your consciousness, your eyes slowly fluttered open. The bright sun's rays filtered through the window, forcing you to squint as you took in your unfamiliar surroundings. Your gaze wandered around the room, taking note of the unfamiliar furniture and décor.

With a sudden jolt, you sat up and lifted the blanket that covered your body, revealing new clothes that you didn't recognize. Confusion and fear crept up on you as you tried to make sense of the situation.

Just then, the door creaked open, and a shadowy figure entered the room, carrying a tray of food. You hesitantly called out the name "MC?".

MC placed the tray of food on the table beside your bed without a word. The silence from the figure only added to your unease, and you couldn't help but plead for an explanation.

"Please, MC," you cried out, desperation creeping into your voice. "I'm sorry for whatever I've done. Please talk to me."

You took a deep breath and continued, "I apologize for my behavior and my words. I know I must have hurt you, and I regret it. Please forgive me." Tears streamed down your face, and you covered it with your hands, hoping for some sign of forgiveness or understanding.

Without any warning, MC's stern voice sliced through the silence, startling you. "Eat!" they commanded, leaving you bewildered and unsure of what to do next.

Before you could even protest or ask for an explanation, MC picked up a spoon and scooped some food onto the dish. You watched as they brought the spoon closer to your mouth, urging you to eat.

The harshness in their voice suddenly melted away, and they spoke in a much softer tone. "Please, eat," they said gently, almost pleading with you. You could sense the worry and concern in their voice.

You eyed the food on the tray with suspicion. "Conrad, trust me!" MC pleaded with a hint of desperation in their voice.

As the tantalizing aroma of the food filled your nostrils, your stomach grumbled in hunger, making it impossible for you to resist any longer. Slowly, you opened your mouth, and MC eagerly pushed the spoon inside.

The first bite was a revelation, as the flavors exploded in your mouth. The meat and vegetables blended together perfectly, with just the right amount of spice to make it savory and satisfying. You closed your eyes, savoring each bite and relishing the feeling of fullness that began to set in.

MC scooped up another spoonful of food and brought it to your lips, feeding you with a gentle touch. They repeated the process again and again, until the plate was wiped clean.

As MC set the empty plate down, they handed you a glass of water, which you gratefully accepted. You took a long sip, relishing the cool and refreshing sensation as it washed away the flavors of the food. MC watched you intently, their expression unreadable, but you could sense their concern and worry for you.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and let out a deep breath. Gathering your courage, you turned to MC and spoke with a shaky voice, "MC, I'm so sorry. I know that I said some hurtful words, and you have every right to be angry with me. I understand if you don't want to get back together-"

Before you could finish your sentence, MC cut you off with a gentle yet firm interruption, "I forgive you." Their words hung in the air, sinking in slowly as you tried to comprehend their meaning.

You couldn't believe what you just heard and your eyes began to well up with tears of gratitude. MC continued, "I loved you with all my heart, but your words hurt me deeply. I had hoped to give you a taste of your own medicine, but I never intended for things to get worse."

With a chuckle, MC remarked, "Looks like you've let yourself go a bit. How am I supposed to give you a kiss if your breath smells bad?" They covered their nose and smirked playfully.

With a flourish of your hand, you summoned a glowing aura of arcane energy that enveloped your hand. In a swift motion, you drew the toothbrush towards you from the far end of the table.

Then, using your arcane abilities once again, you conjured a stream of crystal clear water that cascaded into the glass in front of you. You deftly picked up the glass and moistened your toothbrush, ready to commence your oral hygiene routine.

As you vigorously brushed your teeth, the sound of bristles scrubbing away plaque and bacteria echoed through the room.

"Alright I'm done!" you smile at MC and flashing your teeth at them.

But MC was still not satisfied. "Nope, it still smells!" they exclaimed, holding their hand in the air.

With a determined look on your face, you reach out with your hand and summon the power of the arcane. A small green mint materializes in your palm and you quickly pop it into your mouth, chewing vigorously.

"Now?" you ask eagerly, hoping that MC will be satisfied with the results.

"Hmm," MC leans in closer from their chair, scrutinizing your breath. "I think it's passable."

Your lips meet with a fierce intensity, the pent-up longing for each other palpable in the air. As the kiss deepens, your arms wrap tightly around MC's neck, pulling them closer to you. Their hands travel down your back, drawing you even nearer until your bodies are pressed tightly together.

The kiss is a fiery blaze, fueled by the intense emotions that have been building up between you.

As you pulled away from the kiss, you looked deep into MC's eyes, the intensity of your feelings for them evident in your gaze. "I love you MC, truly!" you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability. Then, without hesitation, you leaned in and kissed them once more, pouring all of your love and devotion into the passionate embrace.

(Elrick's POV)

As MC left you in the park, the searing pain coursing through your body was almost too much to bear. You sank to your knees, your head bowed and your body hunched, overwhelmed by the weight of the world pressing down on you.

After a few moments, you summoned all the strength you had left and slowly rose to your feet. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the park, and you knew you couldn't afford to linger here. With a weary heart, you began to walk, lost in a haze of thoughts and emotions.

Before you realized it, you bumped into something hard, jolting you out of your reverie. You looked up with a start, only to find yourself face to face with a stranger's chest. Despite your exhaustion, you couldn't help but notice how tall and imposing the person in front of you was.

"Where do you think you're going?" the guy asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

You blinked up at him, momentarily taken aback by his presence. But you straightened your back, mustering whatever confidence you had left.

"Home!" you said, your words coming out bluntly.

The stranger's voice echoed through the park as he shouted at you, grabbing your clothes and pulling you close with a forceful grip.

"Come on, cough up your money!" he demanded, his tone brimming with aggression as he loomed over you.

With a calm but determined demeanor, you met his gaze head-on, refusing to be intimidated. "I don't have any money on me," you replied, your voice steady despite the tension in the air.

You spoke in a low but firm tone, meeting the stranger's aggressive gaze with unwavering resolve. "Even if I wanted to, I don't have any money on me," you stated.

The stranger's frustration boiled over, his temper flaring as he raised his hand in the air, a threatening gesture that sent a chill down your spine. "You're getting on my nerves!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with anger and impatience.

"HEY!" a voice suddenly rang out from behind the stranger, causing him to turn his attention away from you. Your heart leapt with relief as you saw MC approaching.

"You're back!" you exclaimed with a genuine sense of happiness, a bright smile spreading across your face. The sight of MC filled you with a renewed sense of hope and security.

As MC began to walk towards you, the stranger's demeanor shifted. He suddenly stepped behind you, using you as a shield, and took you hostage with a threatening grip. Your heart pounded in your chest as the stranger's gruff voice echoed in your ears.

"Stop, or he doesn't get hurt!" he warned, his voice laced with menace.

MC's expression hardened as they spoke with unwavering resolve. "Be my guest," they said, their tone filled with determination, and continued to walk towards you, undeterred by the stranger's threat.

The stranger's grip on your neck tightened, causing your breath to catch in your throat. His shout echoed through the park, his resolve seemingly matching MC's.

"I will do it!" the stranger shouted, his grip on your neck tightening, his desperation palpable.

"Do it! But you'll lose your human shield!" MC's voice rang out, resolute and unwavering, as they continued to approach the stranger.

The stranger clicked his tongue in frustration, his grip on you faltering as he pushed you forward. You stumbled and dropped to the ground, landing at MC's feet.

You looked up at MC, your voice laced with pain and disbelief.

"Are you really gonna let me get hurt?" you asked, tears streaming down your cheeks, hoping for a glimmer of compassion in their eyes.

MC's gaze remained unwavering, their expression stern and resolute.

"Get up!" MC said bluntly, their tone leaving no room for negotiation.

You felt a mix of emotions welling up inside you - hurt, betrayal, and a sense of abandonment. It was clear that MC doesn't care about you anymore. Despite the pain coursing through your body, you complied with MC's command, pulling yourself up to your feet.

As you started to turn away from MC, a mix of emotions swirling inside you, you uttered a strained "Alright, bye now."

But before you could take another step, you heard MC's voice, stopping you in your tracks.

"Wait!" MC said urgently.

You froze, not fully facing them, unsure of what to expect. And then, suddenly, MC's arms enveloped you in a hug. The position was awkward, given your partial turn, and you could feel the tension between you.

Tears streamed down your face as you held onto MC, your arm pulling them close and the other hand gripping their arm that was wrapped around you.

"Don't say stupid things, and I won't allow anyone to hurt you," MC said, their voice filled with determination as they rubbed their head against your body.

"You promised!" you cried, the weight of the emotions overwhelming you.

"I promised, but with the exception of me beating your ass!" MC joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Then kick me or kill me, I don't care, just come back to me!" you pleaded, your heart laid bare before them.

You and MC stayed like that, in each other's embrace, finding solace in each other's presence. It was a fleeting moment of happiness, a reminder of the deep connection you shared, despite the challenges and difficulties that had come between you. As you held onto each other, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope the beginning of a new chapter for your relationship.

(Dustin's POV)

Senna's voice caught you off guard, and you couldn't hide the shock that flashed across your face. Your heart clenched at the mention of MC, knowing that things had fallen apart between you.

"Hey, Senna," you managed to say, trying to keep your voice steady.

Senna studied your expression carefully, her eyes searching for any hint of how you were truly feeling. You could sense her curiosity and concern, as if she could see right through the façade you were trying to maintain.

"I just saw MC," she said slowly, her words hanging in the air, waiting for your reaction.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. You didn't want to reveal the pain that was gnawing at your heart, the regret that weighed heavily on your shoulders.

"That's... nice," you replied, your tone sounding forced, even to your own ears.

Senna's eyebrows furrowed, and she tilted her head, sensing that something was off.

"Dustin, are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle and filled with genuine concern.

You looked away, unable to meet Senna's gaze, and clenched your fists, feeling the frustration building up inside you. You were angry at yourself for letting things fall apart with MC, for failing to salvage your relationship.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you said, but the bitterness in your voice betrayed your true feelings.

Senna reached out and placed a comforting hand on your arm, her touch warm and reassuring.

"I'm here for you, Dustin. If you ever want to talk, I'm here to listen," she said softly.

You nodded, appreciating Senna's offer of support, but the pain in your heart remained. You knew that things had changed between you and MC, and there was no easy way to fix it.

"You look crap!" Senna's eyes crinkle with amusement as she teases you,

"Wow, thanks for the compliment," you retort with a smirk, trying to hide the sting of defeat.

Senna's stomach growled loudly, and she gave you a playful nudge. "C'mon, let's get something to eat!" Her eyes lit up with anticipation as she quickened her pace, leading the way with a confident stride. You followed beside her, trying to keep up with her determined steps.

Senna's eyes kept flicking towards you, her curiosity evident in the way she kept stealing glances while walking. You could tell she was trying to be subtle, but her inquisitive nature couldn't be contained. Finally, you spoke up, your voice calm and collected. "If you want to ask, just ask. I won't get mad."

Senna visibly relaxed, exhaling a sigh of relief as she slowed her pace to match yours. She gestured back behind her with her thumb, indicating the place you had just left.

Her question hung in the air, and she leaned in slightly, her eyes eager for an answer. "What happened in there?" Her tone was filled with curiosity, and you could see her mind racing with possibilities.

You couldn't hold back the bitterness in your voice. "Me and MC had a duel, and I lost," you said, your tone laced with disappointment.

Senna's eyes widened in surprise, and she nodded in understanding. "That explains why MC looked sad," she said casually, but her words made you do a double take.

"They're sad!" you repeat.

Senna suddenly came to a halt, her eyes fixed on you with a mix of surprise and concern. Her body language was open and inquisitive as she turned to face you directly. "Well, yeah!" She exclaimed, her tone tinged with incredulity. "What did you say to them, anyways?"

You could feel a knot forming in your stomach as you recalled the wager you had made in the heat of the moment. You clenched your teeth, frustrated with yourself for uttering such words. "I said that if I lost, I would never talk to them again," you admitted, your voice strained with regret.

She reached out a comforting hand, placing it gently on your arm. "It's okay," Senna reassured you softly, her touch warm and reassuring. "We all say things we don't mean in the heat of the moment. Maybe it's time to talk to MC and clear things up."

"I really want to but I gave them my word as a knight!" you clicked your tongue in frustration, torn between your desire to reconcile with MC and your commitment to uphold your knightly honor

Senna shook her head, her expression a mix of sympathy and understanding. "Well, that's a problem, knowing how you always uphold your honor and such," she remarked.

Senna withdrew her hand from your arm, but then a brilliant idea seemed to strike her as she snapped her fingers. "Wait, you did say that you wouldn't talk to them, right?" she said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

You looked at her, unsure where she was going with this, but curiosity piqued in your eyes. "Yeah?" you replied, waiting for her to explain.

Senna's grin widened as she revealed her plan. "Well, why don't I play messenger? You can whisper the words you want to say to MC, and I'll relay them for you!" she said excitedly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude and relief at her suggestion. It was a brilliant solution that would allow you to uphold your word while still finding a way to communicate with MC.

Without thinking, you hugged Senna tightly, shaking her in excitement. Her laughter echoed in your ears as you thanked her profusely for her clever idea.

As you hugged Senna tightly, you could feel her back popping, and she let out a playful complaint, "You're welcome, big guy, but I think you're breaking my back!" Her words were accompanied by a grin, and you quickly put her down, apologizing.

To your surprise, Senna chuckled and mentioned, "Actually, that feels nice. It removes my back pain!" Her grin widened, and you couldn't help but chuckle along with her.

"Thank you, Senna!" you exclaim, your voice filled with genuine gratitude.

Senna smiles warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "No problem, Dust! That's what friends are for," she says, her tone affectionate.

Her enthusiasm is contagious as she takes your hand and starts running, pulling you along with her. You try to keep up with her brisk pace, laughing at her enthusiasm.

"Someone's eager!" you call out between breaths, trying to match her stride.

Senna glances back at you, her eyes shining with excitement. "Are you kidding me? This is the drama and love story of a lifetime!" she exclaims, her voice full of anticipation.

Both you and Senna sprint through the hallways, asking frantic questions to the servants you pass, desperately trying to locate MC. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of running, a servant points you towards the dining hall.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Senna groans, frustration evident in her voice.

You can't help but burst into laughter, despite the urgency of the situation. It's ironic that despite all the places you've searched, you hadn't thought to check the dining hall first.

As you and Senna burst into the dining hall, all eyes turn towards you, including MC's. The room falls silent, and you can feel the weight of everyone's gaze on you.

"Nice to keep it discreet!" you exhale sharply, unable to hide your frustration.

Senna, however, winks at you with a mischievous grin.

Thanks!" she says, her voice filled with amusement, and she gives you a subtle thumbs-up.

Senna gives your hand a reassuring tug, urging you to move forward towards MC's table. You can feel the curious gazes of everyone in the room fixed on you as you approach.

MC's expression remains stoic and unreadable, showing no reaction upon seeing you. It's disheartening, but you steel yourself to carry out your plan.

Senna playfully bumps your stomach, signaling for you to whisper your words to her. You lean in close, murmuring your message, while Senna nods in understanding.

"Hello MC, I know we have an agreement about not talking to you but I think this can suffice because Senna is not included in the agreement," Senna repeats your words, her voice steady and resolute.

You continue, your words pouring out with sincerity, "Look MC, I'm sorry for the things that I said. I know that you want to protect me, but that day when you took the hit for me, I've never felt so afraid in my life."

MC's stoic façade starts to crack, a flicker of vulnerability in their eyes.

"I love you with all my life, and I don't know what I will do if you got hurt instead of me," you whisper into Senna's ear, your voice choked with emotion.

As you express your love and concern, MC's expression softens, their gaze never leaving you. They seem to be moved by your words, and you can see their grip on their utensils loosening.

"I... I didn't want you to be scared," MC finally speaks, their voice barely above a whisper. "I just... couldn't bear the thought of losing you." they say.

You reach out to touch MC's hand, feeling the warmth of their skin. Senna watches with a knowing smile, stepping back to give you some privacy.

"I love you too, MC," you say softly, tears glistening in your eyes.

MC's eyes meet yours, and you see a mixture of relief and longing in them. Without another word, they reach out and pull you into a tight embrace, holding you as if they never want to let go.

The dining hall falls silent, and the onlookers exchange glances, witnessing the rekindling of your love. Senna grins triumphantly in the background, knowing that her plan worked.

"But you need to be punished!" MC says with a chuckle, their eyes gleaming mischievously.

"Why?" you ask, intrigued, still wrapped in their embrace.

"Because you broke your word as a knight!" they tease, and you break away from the hug to look into their eyes, seeing the happiness and playfulness in their smile.

Without another word, you let go of them and start running, a burst of adrenaline surging through you. "You'll have to catch me if you want to punish me!" you shout, feeling the thrill of the chase take over.

Senna's laughter echoes in the background as MC eagerly gives chase, their eyes locked on you with determination. The onlookers murmur among themselves, clearly taken aback by the sudden turn of events, but you're too caught up in the exhilaration of the moment to care.

The wind whips through your hair as you sprint, feeling alive and free, while MC's laughter and footsteps follow closely behind, adding to the excitement.

(Luna's POV)

You find yourself sitting on the ground, your head buried in your knees. Tears stream down your face as you come to the painful realization that your relationship with MC is beyond salvaging, and will be lost forever. The weight of the heartbreak crushes your spirit, and you curse yourself for allowing your walls to crumble and your heart to open.

The pain is all-consuming, and you can't comprehend why people say that falling in love is worth it when the aftermath of a breakup feels like a soul-crushing blow. The agony is unfathomable, and you find yourself questioning why you let yourself be vulnerable in the first place.

A voice interrupts your thoughts, and you glance to the side to see MC leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Their expression is guarded, and their voice holds a hint of frustration.

"Now you know how it feels like," they say, their words cutting through the air like a knife.

You can see the pain in their eyes, and you're taken aback by the sudden shift in their demeanor. It's clear that they're trying to mask their own hurt with a defensive tone, but their vulnerability is palpable.

"What?" you say, your frustration evident, but also a sense of confusion lingers.

"I said you know the feeling of heartbreak," they repeat, their voice slightly wavering.

The words hang in the air, the weight of their meaning sinking in. You can see the hurt that they're trying to conceal, and it's a stark reminder that heartbreak is a two-way street.

MC walks towards you, their steps purposeful and determined.

They slide in beside you, their presence commanding your attention. Their eyes meet yours, and their expression is a mix of sadness and frustration.

"You know, Luna," they begin, their voice tinged with emotion, "You need to understand that words have a profound effect on people."

The memory of that painful day comes flooding back, when you had uttered those hurtful words. The rawness of their pain is evident in their eyes, and it cuts you deeply.

"When you said that you would let me die and watch me choke on my own blood," they continue, their voice trembling with emotion, "it pierced me to the core."

"I know, and I'm sorry," you say, your voice strained, as you clutch your hand tightly.

"Moonpie," MC says, using your pet name, and your heart aches even more. Tears stream down your face.

"You have to understand that sorry isn't always enough in these types of arguments," MC says, their voice trembling, their body shaking with emotion.

"Because if you had died that day," they continue, their voice choked with emotion, "a part of me would have died too, and the will to live would have vanished."

You lift your head, your eyes widening in shock as you meet MC's gaze.

"You would really consider ending your own life?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I... I don't know," MC says, their shoulders slumping as they shrug. "But without you by my side, my life would be forever altered. The memories of not being able to save you would haunt me, plaguing my every thought and filling me with regret."

You extend your hand towards MC, your fingers trembling with sincerity, hoping to bridge the emotional gap between you. But they take a step back, their expression guarded, their emotions still raw and unresolved.

Your heart aches with the realization that your apology alone may not be enough. But just as you're about to retract your hand, MC surprises you by reaching out and gripping it tightly. Their lips descend upon your hand with a fervent passion, leaving a trail of fiery kisses that send shivers down your spine.

The intensity of their touch sends a rush of emotions surging through you. You can feel the warmth of their lips against your skin, and it ignites a flicker of hope in your heart. Maybe, just maybe, there's a chance to repair the damage you've done and salvage your relationship with MC.

The air crackles with tension as you lock eyes with MC, their grip on your hand firm yet tender. There are no words exchanged, but the silent exchange between you speaks volumes.

"I forgive you, Moonpie," MC says softly, their fingers gently rubbing your knuckles.

"Really?" you ask in a low, choked voice.

"Yes," MC responds, their voice filled with warmth. "And besides, I want to teach you a lesson." They chuckle lightly, their eyes crinkling with affection.

You nod, tears streaming down your face. "Lesson learned," you whisper, overwhelmed with emotion. You stand up and wrap your arms around MC, pulling them into a tight embrace.

At first, MC's body tenses, but then they begin to relax, their arms encircling you in return. You can feel their hand squeezing yours, a reassurance that they are willing to move forward with you.

The warmth of their embrace and the sound of their laughter bring a sense of comfort and relief to your heart.

"Now let's take a walk and try out that new pie store," MC says, their hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Besides, brooding and being sad will not do wonders for your beauty."

You chuckle, feeling the tension melting away as MC's touch comforts you. With a renewed sense of hope, you break off the hug and stand up, extending a hand to help MC to their feet.

Together, you and MC walk out, side by side, your steps in sync. As you stroll along the streets, the weight of the past grievances seems to have lifted, replaced by a renewed sense of joy and companionship. You share laughter and stories, relishing each other's company, as you make your way to the new pie store.

(Serena's POV)

You remain seated on the sandy ground, your eyes fixed on the spot where MC disappeared into the distance. Your heart clenches with anticipation, hoping against hope that they would come running back to you. You wait, seconds stretching into minutes, and minutes stretching into hours. The passing time weighs heavily on you, and a sense of disappointment begins to settle in.

Finally, you rise slowly from the ground, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. It's clear that MC isn't coming back, and reality sinks in. You feel a mix of sadness and resignation, as you come to terms with the fact that your hopes for a reunion have been dashed.

With a heavy heart, you dust off your clothes and start to walk away, leaving the memories of your time with MC behind you.

But no matter how hard you tried to remove MC from your mind they always come back with double the force and filling your head with memories with them.

You clench your teeth, your fists tightly balled up in frustration. Memories of the past flood your mind, and the emotions become overwhelming. You fight back the tears, trying to hold them in, but it proves to be too difficult. Your vision blurs as tears stream down your face, and your shoulders shake with each sob that escapes your lips.

The weight of the memories, the pain of the lost relationship, and the reality of the situation hit you hard, and you find yourself unable to contain the flood of emotions any longer. Your tears flow freely, as you allow yourself to grieve and process the hurt that's been building up inside you.

You decided to wallow in pity at the Bullseye, as you approached the Bullseye, you could already hear the raucous laughter of the patrons coming from inside. You reached out for the doorknob, but as you turned it, a putrid stench hit your nose like a wave. The combination of stale beer, sweat, and vomit assaulted your senses, and you couldn't help but gag. Your stomach churned, and you quickly stepped back, covering your mouth to prevent yourself from retching further.

You braved through the noxious stench, determined to drown your sorrows in alcohol. Stepping inside, you had to duck low to avoid a flying mug that sailed past your head. Sidestepping two drunk patrons who were singing arm in arm, you finally reached the crowded bar. The noise was deafening, with voices shouting orders, glasses clinking, and laughter echoing in the air. You had to raise your voice to be heard over the din as you leaned in to catch the bartender's attention. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they looked exhausted from dealing with the rowdy crowd.

"Serena, what brings you here!" Garry, The Barkeeper, greeted you with a weary smile as he slid your drink across the counter.

"Just getting drunk!" you replied, your voice hoarse and laced with bitterness. Without hesitation, you downed the shot in one swift motion. The fiery liquid scorched your throat, eliciting a sharp exhale as you slammed the empty glass back onto the counter. The pain was a welcomed distraction from the turmoil swirling inside you.

Garry leans in closer, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He pours you another glass, and you grin at him in response.

"Let me guess, you screwed up big time!" Garry says, his tone teasing but also perceptive.

"Maybe!" you reply with a smirk, taking a sip from the glass.

Garry chuckles, refusing to pour you another glass. He looks at you intently, his gaze unwavering.

"You can't hide it from me, Serena," he says, his voice filled with amusement. "You and Elrick are my favorite customers, and you're not flirting with anyone, which is a huge red flag in my book!"

You pout, crossing your arms defensively. "Not true!" you say, feigning indignation. "I'll have you know that I flirted with three people on the way here!" You huff, trying to sound convincing.

Garry waves his hand dismissively, not buying your bluff. He looks at you with a knowing smile, and you become quiet, feeling exposed.

"I know about your relationship, Serena," Garry says softly, his voice carrying a hint of sympathy.

"How did you know?" you ask, feeling a pang of discomfort as the memory of earlier comes back to haunt you.

Garry chuckles, taking a sip from his drink. "I'm a bartender, Serena," he says, his voice carrying a knowing tone. "It's my job to notice things."

He pours himself another drink and leans in, his expression turning serious. "And I've noticed that the more you come here and drown your sorrows, the more you and MC seem to drift apart," he says sagely, his eyes fixed on you.

"How do I do that!" you say in frustration, tears welling up in your eyes. "They almost broke my arm in two."

Garry looks at you with a serious expression, and without a moment's hesitation, he delivers a sharp slap across your cheek. The sound reverberates in the air, and you feel the sting on your skin. The suddenness of it catches you off guard, and everyone in the bar turns to look at you.

"Be a woman for God sake!" Garry's voice carries across the room, his words stern and commanding. "Fight if you have to, stab them in the leg to make them stop and listen to you!"

"How can you make them see that you still love them if you will not fight for them!" Garry's voice is forceful, and he delivers another slap, this time on your other cheek.

"Are you contented for them to slip from your hands and land in another lover's arms?" Garry winds up his arm, preparing for another strike.

But you've had enough. You catch his hand mid-air, gripping it tightly in your own. Your eyes narrow with determination as you growl like an animal, fueled by a newfound resolve.

"No!" Your voice is filled with raw emotion as you stare defiantly at Garry. You refuse to let MC slip away from you without a fight.

"What!" Garry shouts.

"NO!" you shout, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You let go of Garry's hand and rise from your chair, a resolute expression on your face.

"Then prove it to them, lassie!" Garry's words echo in your ears, igniting a fire within you.

"Thanks, Garry!" you shout, feeling a surge of gratitude towards the bartender. With renewed determination, you start running, fueled by the cheers and encouragement of the patrons around you.

Your heart races as you sprint towards MC, knowing that you can't let them slip away. You're ready to fight for your love, no matter what it takes. The world blurs around you as you charge forward, focused on one thing only - showing MC how much they mean to you and that you're willing to fight for your relationship with every ounce of your being.

You sprint through the streets, agilely navigating obstacles and leaping over obstacles in your path. Your determination fuels your movements as you search for MC, your eyes scanning the bustling market for any sign of them.

Finally, you catch a glimpse of MC at a weapons stall. They're examining a sword, a focused expression on their face as they assess its quality. You feel relief flood through you as you approach them, your heart pounding in your chest.

"What do you want?" MC says, their tone sharp.

"I want to talk!" you say, your voice cracking with emotion.

"I don't!" MC says, their eyes narrowing as they try to move around you.

But you refuse to let them walk away. The desperation in your voice reaches a crescendo as you shout, "DON'T YOU DARE TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!"

Your words echo through the air, capturing the attention of those around you.

"I won't let you walk away!" you declare, your voice shaking with raw emotion. "Not this time!" you say and walking towards them.

"No more running, no more avoiding," you say, your voice steady. "We need to talk, MC. Please, just hear me out." your gaze steady and determined.

MC's eyes sparkled with determination as they approached the merchant's stall. They scanned the array of gleaming swords on display, carefully examining each one with a discerning eye. Their hand reached out confidently, selecting two blades with a fluid motion. The merchant's eyebrows raised in surprise as MC handed over the payment without hesitation, the clink of coins echoing through the air. MC's grip on the newly acquired swords tightened, a resolute expression on their face as they turned to leave the stall.

You refuse to back down, your resolve unwavering as you continue to pursue MC. Your voice rings out, strong and determined, "No matter how many times you hurt me, MC, I will not stop chasing you!"

But MC doesn't show any signs of relenting. They toss the other sword at your feet, the weapon sliding across the ground and coming to a stop right in front of you. Their eyes are steely and their stance firm as they point their weapon at you, demanding, "Pick it up!"

"I don't want this. I only want to-" you begin, but MC cuts you off with a sharp shout, "Enough! We talk with steel!"

Your hand trembles slightly as you reach down and pick up the weapon, feeling its weight in your grip. The metal feels cold against your skin, a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation. But as you remember Garry's words echoing in your mind, urging you to prove your love, your resolve strengthens.

As you stand there, sword in hand, your resolve firm, everything around you seems to fade into the background. The murmurs from the crowd become distant, like a soft hum in the distance, as your focus narrows solely on the task at hand. The calm before the storm envelops the battlefield, as if time itself has slowed down in anticipation of the impending clash.

MC charged at you first and their attacks were fierce, but you refused to back down. You raised your weapon in a swift and practiced motion, meeting their charge head-on. The clash of steel echoed through the air as your weapon rattled from the impact, and you were brought to your knees by the force of MC's attack.

But you didn't give up. You fought tooth and nail, parrying and dodging with all your skill and determination. Your muscles strained, your breath came in ragged gasps, but you refused to yield. MC withdrew their weapon and kicked at you, sending you crashing down to the ground.

"Get up!" they shout and pacing back and forth like a caged animal.

Your voice came out in a raspy whisper, barely audible amidst the chaos of the battle. "MC, stop!" You tried to reach out to them, but they were consumed by fury, their eyes blazing with anger. "I WILL NOT STOP!" MC's voice boomed, echoing across the battlefield. Their grip on their sword tightened, and you could see the tears glistening in their eyes, their voice cracking with emotion. "YOU HURTED ME, AND I WILL BREAK YOU IN RETURN!" Their words cut through the air like a sharp blade, as they raised their weapon, ready for another strike.

With trembling hands, you stood up and raised your weapon, despite the pain shooting through your body. However, as MC charged towards you with a furious glare, you made a decision. With a deep breath, you let your sword drop to the ground, the clatter of metal against the dirt echoing in the air.

"Then hurt me until you're satisfied," you said, your voice wavering but resolute. "But I will not hurt you any longer." you stood tall, arms outstretched, exposing yourself to MC's incoming attack. Your voice quivered with emotion, but your determination shone bright in your eyes.

MC's weapon descended towards your face, but halted just inches away from impact. Their hands trembled as the weight of their actions bore down on them. "DAMN YOU!" they shouted, their voice filled with frustration and anguish. The sword slipped from their grip, clattering to the ground. They sank to their knees, their whole body trembling, and buried their face in their hands. "I can't, I can't," they screamed, the words choked with emotion.

ou lowered yourself to a crouch, your arms enveloping MC in a tight embrace. You could feel the tension in their body, the shudders that wracked them as they released their anguish. You gently rubbed their back, offering comfort through your touch. "It's alright, I'm here," you whispered softly, your voice filled with empathy.

"I'm sorry!" MC's voice cracked as they broke down in your arms, their anger and pain dissipating into sobs.

You held them close, your grip gentle and comforting as you whispered reassurances, your heart swelling with empathy. The weight of the situation lifted, replaced by a sense of compassion and understanding.

"Come, let's go somewhere." You spoke softly, guiding MC away from the prying eyes of the onlookers. Your voice was soothing, your touch calming as you led them to a quieter, more secluded spot where you could offer comfort without the intrusion of the outside world.

MC leaned into your embrace, their tears dampening your shoulder as they allowed themselves to be guided. The tension in their body seemed to ease as you walked together, a sense of solace enveloping the both of you.

You surveyed your surroundings, ensuring that there was no one in close proximity, and then gently guided MC to sit down.

MC remained quiet, their head cast down as they stared at their feet, lost in their thoughts.

"You alright?" you asked, sitting down beside them.

"No," they said, their tone detached. "I almost killed you."

Your heart ached as you heard the pain and guilt in their words. You reached out and gently placed a hand on their back, offering comfort without saying a word. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air, and you could feel the turmoil that MC was going through.

"It's okay," you said softly, your voice filled with reassurance. "We're both okay, that's what matters."

MC looked up at you, their eyes searching yours for forgiveness. You offered them a small, understanding smile, hoping to convey that you held no resentment towards them.

You reached out for MC's hand, your own heart heavy with guilt. You knelt down in front of them, looking into their eyes with sincerity.

"But I'm the one who should be apologizing," you said softly, your voice filled with regret.

MC's expression softened as they looked at you, their eyes filled with a mix of emotions. You could see the conflict within them, torn between their own feelings of anger and hurt, and their recognition of your remorse.

"I'm the reason why we're here in the first place," you continued, your words slow and earnest. "I made mistakes, and I hurt you. I take full responsibility for my actions.

MC's voice cracked as they spoke, tears streaming down their face. Their laughter mixed with sobs, creating a bittersweet melody that echoed in the air.

"You know, it's really funny," MC said, their body trembling with emotion. They shook their head, as if trying to make sense of their own feelings. "I already forgave you a long time ago."

You squeeze MC's hand in a comforting manner, your heart aching as you watch them struggle with their emotions. You want to give them the time and space they need to process, to let the weight of the situation sink in.

"Look!" MC says, their voice filled with sadness and uncertainty. They gesture between the two of you, as if trying to make sense of the tangled mess of emotions. "This... us..."

"I think we..." MC stammers, their words trailing off, but you know what they're going to say.

"No! Don't say that!" you interject, the urgency in your voice surprising even yourself. You can't bear to hear those words, to acknowledge the possibility of losing MC. You reach out, cupping their face in your hands, trying to convey all the love and sincerity you feel.

MC looks at you, their eyes searching yours for answers. There's a mix of confusion, pain, and longing in their gaze. You can see the battle waging within them, the fear of being hurt again conflicting with the desire to believe in a better future.

You swallow hard, your own emotions threatening to overwhelm you. You need to make them understand, to show them how much they mean to you.

"We can work through this," you say softly, your voice filled with determination. "Together. We can find a way to make things right, to build something even stronger than before. Don't give up on us."

MC's gaze softens, and you see a glimmer of hope in their eyes. They take a deep breath. "I won't give up," MC whispers, their voice filled with emotion. "I'll try... for us."

Tears of relief and joy stream down your face as you make your vow to MC.

"I promise, I will change from now!" you say earnestly, wanting to do whatever it takes to make things right.

MC smiles, their eyes filled with warmth and love. "Don't do that!" they say slowly, shaking their head.

You're taken aback, confused by their response. "Why?" you ask, surprised.

"Because it's your personality, the very essence of who you are, that made me fall in love with you," MC says, their voice soft and sincere. "I wouldn't want you to change that. I love you just the way you are."

You lean in, closing the distance between you and MC, and press your lips to theirs. At first, you feel MC's body tense, their lips unyielding and resistant. But then, as you pour your heart into the kiss, you feel them relax, their lips responding to yours with growing intensity.

You kiss them fiercely, pouring all your emotions into the moment, wanting to convey how much they mean to you. The taste of their lips, the warmth of their breath, and the electric connection between you overwhelm your senses.

Finally, you break off the kiss, breathless but filled with a sense of renewed determination. You gaze into MC's eyes, seeing a mix of surprise and longing in their expression.

"Then, I will tone it down then!" you say, your voice filled with sincerity.

"But I hope that you will be passionate when we make love!" they teased, a playful glint in their eyes.

You leaned in, your lips meeting theirs in a searing kiss. The intensity between you was palpable, as your mouths moved in a dance of desire. Your hands found their way to their body, pulling them closer, as if to show them that your passion was not just empty words.

"I will rock your world," you murmured against their lips, your breath hot and heavy with longing.

Unable to contain your desire any longer, you pull MC down with you, crashing onto the ground in a tangle of limbs. Your lips meet in a frenzy of hunger, as if each kiss is a declaration of the depth of your love.

Your fingers dance along their body, leaving a trail of electrifying sensations in their wake. You explore each curve and contour, memorizing the feel of their skin against your fingertips. The air around you is charged with an intoxicating mix of passion and longing as your bodies press together, seeking each other's warmth and closeness.

(Amelia's POV)

Your hand pounds the ground, over and over again, fueled by the raw ache in your heart. The pain radiates through your entire being, but you don't care. The physical agony of your hand is nothing compared to the emotional turmoil inside you.

Tears blur your vision as you release your frustration through each strike against the unforgiving earth. Each blow feels like a physical manifestation of the pain you're feeling inside, a desperate attempt to release the overwhelming emotions that threaten to consume you.

You come to a halt, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as tears continue to stream down your face. "I'm sorry," you whisper again, your voice choked with emotion. The weight of your sorrow feels heavy, and you're overwhelmed with a sense of despair.

As you stand there, lost in your thoughts, a gentle breeze caresses your left side, as if trying to comfort you. You turn your gaze in that direction and notice a window nearby. It seems to be calling to you, drawing your attention with an inexplicable pull.

You take a hesitant step forward, compelled by an unknown force. The sound of people walking and carriages moving on the cobblestone streets below reaches your ears, adding to the surrealness of the moment. You feel disconnected from the world, as if you're in a daze.

You approach the window, your eyes fixed on the scene below. The people passing by seem to be going about their daily lives, unaware of the turmoil inside you. The sight of their normalcy contrasts sharply with the chaos in your heart, intensifying your sense of loneliness and despair.

You find yourself drawn to the window, as if it offers a glimpse of a world you no longer feel a part of.

Through the window, you see a couple walking hand in hand, lost in each other's embrace. They are laughing, their eyes locked in a loving gaze, and they share a tender kiss that makes your heart ache. It's a sight that stirs conflicting emotions within you - a mixture of envy, longing, and a sense of loss.

As you watch them, you feel a pang of longing deep in your chest. It's a bittersweet reminder of what you once had, but have now lost. Their happiness serves as a stark contrast to the pain and emptiness that currently consumes you. It's a painful reminder of the love and intimacy that you crave, but that feels so distant and unattainable in your current state.

The scene before you seems to magnify your own loneliness, as if highlighting the emptiness that now fills your heart. It's a reminder of what you desire most - to be held in someone's arms, to feel cherished and loved. But it also feels like a distant dream, something that is slipping further away from your grasp with each passing moment.

You find yourself transfixed by the couple's display of affection, unable to tear your gaze away. Their happiness serves as a painful reminder of what you have lost, and the emptiness that now lingers in your heart.

As you lifted your foot, ready to take that final step, a wave of anguish washed over you. Your gaze fixed on the ground below, the void seemingly inviting you in. But then, a voice cut through the fog of despair, calling out your name.

"Amelia!" The voice was filled with horror and urgency.

You turned around slowly, your heart heavy with resignation. There stood MC, their eyes wide with shock as they took in the scene before them. You couldn't muster a smile, but your gaze met theirs, conveying the pain you were feeling.

"You're still here!" you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Your words held a bittersweet tone, tinged with sadness and longing, as you looked into MC's eyes, knowing that despite everything, they still cared.

MC's hand reaches out towards you, their voice filled with urgency as they softly plead, "Step back from the ledge."

You look at them with a mix of confusion and defiance. The void seems to call to you, offering a tantalizing escape from the pain that has been gnawing at your heart. But MC's presence is a grounding force, a reminder that there is still someone who cares, someone who wants you to stay.

"Why?" you ask, your voice tinged with bitterness. It's a question that echoes the turmoil inside you, the battle between the darkness and the flickering hope that MC represents.

"This is not safe Amelia!" MC's voice is filled with concern as they approach you slowly, their steps measured and cautious.

"I know!" you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. You can't help but look down again, the void beckoning with its dark allure.

"Keep your eyes on me Amelia!" MC's voice is urgent, their footsteps quickening as they close the distance between you. Their hand stretches out towards you, a silent plea for you to come back from the edge.

You turn to look at MC, your voice filled with emotion. "I love you!" you declare, your words carrying over the tumultuous wind that surrounds you.

With each step you take on the narrow ledge, MC's shouts grow louder, more desperate. Their arms are outstretched towards you, as if trying to physically pull you back from the ledge.

But you're consumed by a sense of determination, a fierce need to escape the pain that has gripped your heart for so long. You move forward, your eyes fixed on the horizon, the darkness below calling to you.

MC's cries tug at your heart, and a part of you wants to turn back, to feel their warm embrace once more. But the weight of your pain is too heavy, the longing for release too strong.

"AMELIAAAAA!" MC's shout pierces through the chaos, their voice filled with anguish.

You close your eyes, tears streaming down your face, as you take another step towards the edge, fully committed to your decision. But suddenly, you feel a strong grip on your arm, pulling you back with all their might.

MC has caught your hand, their fingers interlocking with yours in a desperate attempt to keep you from falling. Their face is etched with fear and determination, their eyes locked onto yours with unwavering intensity.

You dangle in the air, the chasm below seemingly endless, and only MC's unwavering grip is keeping you from plummeting to the ground.

"Let me go, MC!" you beg, your voice choked with tears.

But MC refuses to relent. Their fingers dig into your skin, their grip unyielding, their determination palpable.

"No!" they shout, their voice filled with resolve, "I will not let you go!"

"Please!" you cry out, your voice filled with anguish, "I can't do this anymore!"

But MC's grip only tightens, their eyes locked onto yours with fierce determination. They refuse to let you go, unwilling to give up on you, even when you've given up on yourself.

"I love you, Amelia," MC's voice cracks with emotion, their grip on your hand slipping. "I don't know what I'll do if you die!" Their eyes are filled with fear and anguish, their teeth gritted in determination.

For a moment, you're at a loss for words, your mind a whirlwind of emotions.

"I... I thought..." you stutter, struggling to find the right words.

But MC interrupts you, their voice firm and unwavering, their other hand reaching out to you, offering it to you in a desperate attempt to save you. "Yes! Now give me your other hand!"

"I beg you, Amelia!" MC's voice cracks with desperation, their hand trembling as they hold on to yours.

"Don't give up, Amelia! Please, don't give up on us!" Their words pierce through the turmoil in your mind, reminding you of the love and hope that you share.

You take a deep breath, summoning all your courage, and tighten your grip on MC's hand. With a surge of determination, you push yourself up, inch by inch, until you're back on solid ground, safe in MC's embrace.

MC holds you tightly, their arms wrapped around you as if they never want to let you go. You bury your face in their chest, tears streaming down your face as you apologize.

"I'm sorry," your voice breaks, choked with emotion. "I don't know what came over me."

You feel MC's hand gently stroking your back, comforting you with their touch. Their presence is a balm to your soul, grounding you in the here and now.

"Shhh, it's alright," they say in a soothing tone, their voice a calming presence amidst your distress.

"No, it's not!" Your voice cracks, and tears stream down your face, unchecked. Your body trembles with the weight of your emotions, and you struggle to regain control.

Their comforting embrace wraps around you like a cocoon, providing a sense of safety and solace.

"I'm sorry," they say, their tone heavy with sorrow. "I'm the reason why you're like this."

"It's not you, it's me!" you cry out, your voice choked with emotion and raising your head to look at them.

MC reach out to gently wipe away your tears. "We're both to blame, Amelia," they say softly, their voice filled with sadness. "We've both made mistakes, and we've both hurt each other."

"I won't give up on us," you declared, your voice filled with determination as you looked into MC's eyes.

"Let's fix this together," you said, your heart swelling with hope.