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Pre-Mount Phoenix, 2020 mentions: @mpxvincent

Her eyes opened slowly, admiring the visage before them. He was asleep, so deeply like she had never seen him in the last two years. At last, their efforts brought results and everyone could finally rest, everyone could move forward to the next thing. And that’s exactly why Hecate was unable to shut her eyes. The goddess slithered away from his embrace, silently stepping away into the common room as there was no one there.

Under the pretence she’d be getting herself a cup of water, Hecate’s flew as her eyes stared at the reflection from a nearby window, allowing her to face her true form. 'Look what you’ve done.' Hecate’s voice would still be quiet, but her mind spoke loudly. 'You cannot have him. You cannot have this.' The right head spoke to her, the facts feeling like knives. Hecate had long ago convinced herself that love and romance were something she would never be able to experience. Such humane emotions were weak and in her honesty, she was the weakest at that moment.

His smile, scent and laugh had lingered for too long and too close to her heart. Hecate had become numb, the eternal loneliness she’d built taking over her existence and Vincent came like a hurricane to her life. However, as sweet as she felt, this wasn’t right and Hecate had to fix this and continue her purpose to exist. The two voices became too loud and she shut her eyes for a few seconds, the high-pitched sound buzzing through her brain. 'Enough.'

With a couple of hand gestures and mumbles, Hecate projected a small enchant, gathering her belongings into two suitcases that hovered their way to rest near the front door. Well, that was rather effective, too effective. She could have just left at that moment, it would have been simpler. However, the goddess was incapable and commanded by her heart, her feet took her to stand at the end of their bed. Her mind raced, her throat hurt as she held the tears from falling. Delicately Hecate grabbed the pen and paper on the nightstand from her side of the room, preparing the only three words she could possibly say to him, resting the piece of paper on her pillow. He would eventually wake up to not have her, but to see the only time Hecate would express herself...'I love you.'

Barely an hour passed since she left their place. The hotel room was far from ideal, however, Hecate couldn’t be picky as time was not in her favour. Gathering all the items necessary, the goddess was not at her pick of focus as Hecate battled her own mind and heart at every second. Lights down, deep breath. The enchanting words came slowly, fog coming from her book and thickening as the spell progressed. Soon he would not remember her, soon the pain would be over and soon could she become free of her weakness.

'I wish I had met you sooner.' Vincent’s voice echoed, her own memories flooded her mind. Hecate became breathless, choking in a wave of pain, frustration and above anything else, guilt. The spell was physically taxing on the caster and target, however, the emotional sorrow hit stronger and she sat in the hotel bed, draining of energy and the spell had not been completed. He would remember her. He would remember their love. Only to be left in pain and heartbroken and Hecate would continue her days, sharing the pain of broken love.

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