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Her immortal life had always been a lonely tapestry of duty and sacrifice. Even as Empress, the weight of eternity often pressed heavier than any crown. But when his hands cupped her face so gently, as though she might break, the world fell silent. In that fleeting touch, she felt the echo of another time, another love. He had once crossed her path like sunlight through storm clouds, only to vanish into the shadows of deceit. And though centuries had passed, the ache of his betrayal still lingered as an old wound that time itself refused to heal. His memory had stolen her laughter, her dreams, the warmth she once believed eternal. She would never forget the moment she ended his life. Her golden sword gleamed beneath the pale moonlight as it pierced his heart, the same heart that once beat in rhythm with her own. Tears blurred her vision, yet her hand remained steady. He had betrayed her, trading truth for lies, love for power. And so she gave him the only gift left within her reach, mercy wrapped in death. As he fell, her heart shattered into a million pieces, each fragment whispering his name. The echoes of that night would follow her through eternity, a reminder that even an Empress, immortal and divine, was not beyond the pain of love lost and trust broken.How could she believe her sister truly missed her, after all the pain they have caused to each other ? Lies and deceit had turned her sister’s love into something sharp, each word, each glance, another cut that bled deeper than she ever let show. Still, she had loved her. She had always loved her.
But love wasn’t enough to stop the bitterness that grew between them. It crept in slowly, like frost over glass, until warmth could no longer pass through. And now, after all the years of silence and hurt, her sister’s voice trembled with regret.
“I missed you,” she said. The words should have meant something, should have healed, should have mattered. But they only broke her heart all over again. Because she knew that if her sister had truly missed her, she would never have hurt her to begin with.
And so the Empress smiled through her tears, a fragile smile for a bond that no longer existed, mourning not the sister she lost, but the one she wished she’d had.
She had won her sister back. Not through command or power, but through the simple, fragile act of forgiveness.
When she fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face, the Empress felt the centuries of bitterness crumble inside her. All the anger, the troubles the sharp words and colder silences it all broke apart like dust in the wind. In its place came a gentler pain: the ache of love that had endured despite everything.
Her sister’s hands were trembling when they reached for her. For a long time, the Empress didn’t move. Then, slowly, she took them warm against her own cold skin and pulled her close. They wept together, not for what they had lost, but for what they still had the chance to rebuild.
When it was over, the Empress returned to her lair, the sanctuary where she had hidden from the world for so long. But this time, it felt different. The shadows seemed softer, the silence no longer suffocating. She breathed in the still air and felt, for the first time in ages, something close to peace.
Forgiveness had not erased the pain, but it had given it meaning. And as she looked toward the horizon, her immortal heart so long burdened by sorrow beat with the quiet, trembling rhythm of hope reborn.
he rose before him, her breath still unsteady, the taste of him lingering on her lips. The air between them was thick with what they had just shared heat, silence, the echo of whispered names.
Her eyes met his, and the world seemed to fade. In those depths of chaos, she found both comfort and danger, a promise and a wound. He stood there beautiful, bare, the light tracing every curve of his form as though the gods themselves had sculpted him from longing.
When he spoke, his voice was a low murmur that trembled through her like a touch. His words soothed and stung all at once, filling her with warmth and a strange, aching joy. For a heartbeat, she almost believed she could stay, believed she was enough.
But reality is cruel, even in moments that taste like forever. She turned from him, gathering her clothes in silence. The brush of fabric against her skin felt colder than it should. She dressed slowly, aware of his gaze upon her, each movement a farewell she could not bring herself to speak.
When she finally looked back, her heart ached with the truth she’d always known He had awakened every part of her… yet no one, not even he would ever love her completely. I…” she faltered, her voice barely more than a breath. The words tangled in her throat, heavy with all the years she had carried alone. “How can I believe you, Chaos ?” she whispered, “when no one has ever looked for me?”
Her gaze fell to the floor, as if she could hide the tears gathering in her eyes. The silence that followed was unbearable thick with everything that had never been said.
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