Her Words Beyond Her Soul

SECOND SOUL EPILOGUE

LOOK AT ME ONCE AGAIN

Syra's POV

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the park bench where we sat.

My eyes brimming with unshed tears, I tried to articulate the turmoil within my heart.

"Cal, you can't keep dismissing my emotions like they don't matter. It's tearing us apart."

Callisto seemingly unmoved, retorted with a dismissive wave.

"You're making a big deal out of nothing, Syra. Why can't you just relax and not take everything so seriously?"

The words hung in the air, a stark testament to the growing rift between us.

The roots of our relationship, once strong and resilient, now strained under the weight of indifference.

"Callisto, it's not about making a big deal. It's about you acknowledging that my feelings are valid," I pleaded, my voice trembling with a mixture of sadness.

My heart felt heavy as I looked into Callisto's eyes, searching for some sign of emotion, some hint that he felt the same pain like I did. But all I saw was indifference.

"Callisto," I began, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I can't do this anymore."
He looked at me, his expression unreadable.

"Can't do what, Syra?"
Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to find the words.

"Us. I can't do us anymore. It's just... it's not working."

Callisto's face remained impassive. "Okay," he said simply.

Okay? How could he be so calm, so unaffected by the end of our relationship?

Didn't he feel anything? Didn't he care?

I wiped away a tear, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Don't you have anything to say?" I choked out.
He shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that felt like a knife twisting in my heart.

"Not really. I mean, if this is what you want, then... okay."

I stared at him, incredulous. How could he be so indifferent to my pain?

Didn't he understand how much this hurt me?

"I thought you loved me," I whispered, my voice is breaking.

Callisto sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I did. I do. But maybe... maybe it's for the best, you know? Maybe we're just not meant to be."

I felt like i'd been punched in the stomach. How could he say that? How could he dismiss our love so easily?

As Callisto stood up, I felt a wave of despair wash over her.

"Look at me once again and I'll forget everything like it was nothing. Look at me once again, Cal. Please... "

But before I could please him again, he turned his back to me.

The air hung heavy with unspoken words, the silence punctuated only by the distant hum of city life.

HE DIDN'T LOOK BACK, HE DIDN'T LOOK AT ME.

My heart ached with the weight of our shattered dreams, my gaze fixed on the retreating figure of the Callisto I once called my love. I watched him walk away, his steps steady and sure, while I remained frozen in place, shattered into a million pieces by his indifference.

Callisto's POV

As I stepped into the grand ballroom, a wave of nostalgia washed over me.

The air was filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses, but for me, it was a bittersweet symphony.

This is her wedding. This is my girl wedding.

The woman I had left behind ten years ago, and now I found myself standing here, a silent witness to a love story that could have been mine.

The room was adorned with elegant decorations, the tables adorned with delicate flowers and flickering candles. The atmosphere was festive, but my heart was heavy with regret. I couldn't help but wonder what could have been if I hadn't made that fateful decision all those years ago.

As I scanned the room, my eyes fell upon Syra.

She was radiant, her smile illuminating the entire venue. She looked breathtaking in her white gown, a vision of happiness and contentment. It was a stark contrast to the pain I had caused her all those years ago.

Memories flooded my mind, transporting my back to a time when we were young and in love.

We had shared dreams, hopes, and a future we believed was destined to be ours. But my immaturity and inability to validate her feelings had driven us apart.

I had been blind to her needs, dismissing her emotions as insignificant. I had failed to understand the depth of her pain, the hurt that I had inflicted upon her. And now, as I watched her exchange vows with another man, I couldn't help but feel a pang of remorse.

The room seemed to fade away as I recalled the day I had walked away from her. The hurt in her eyes, the tears streaming down her face, and the sound of her voice, pleading for me to look at her once again. I had turned a deaf ear, convinced that I knew better, that I was doing what was best for both of us.

But now, standing here, I realized the magnitude of my mistake.

I had let go of someone who had loved me unconditionally, someone who had believed in me when no one else did. And as I watched her dance with her new husband, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever find that kind of love again.

I should have look her back once again. She was desperate to forget everything back then yet I distorted them.

Regret weighed heavily on my shoulders as I quietly slipped out of the ballroom, unable to bear witness to the celebration of a love I had once held in my hands.

-END OF SECOND SOUL-

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