𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈 「𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇」

𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

This alternate ending will start just a couple of months after your death at the hotel.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ -Death & Suicide-

Adam stood on your deck, his gaze fixed on the horizon, eyes unseeing, fingers idly swinging a beer bottle. The bottle dangled dangerously close to the edge.

His mask lay in pieces on the floor beside your bed. It was the fourth mask he had destroyed this month, and the angel who made them was becoming increasingly frustrated. Yet, it was always the first casualty when Adam had another outburst. Much like the mask, everything in your room lay in ruins. 

After your death, Adam lost his anchor. People tried to help—Charlie offered therapy, and Angel tempted him with drugs he may or may not have taken. Yet, it wasn't long before he realized that nothing offered solace long enough.

Days blurred into nights as Adam drifted through a haze of grief and numbness. Therapy sessions with Charlie felt like empty echoes of words that couldn't penetrate the thick fog in his mind. The drugs from Angel offered fleeting moments of relief, but their artificial calm was no match for the storm raging within him.

In the quiet moments between visits and doses, Adam found himself alone with his thoughts. Memories of you haunted him—your laughter, your kindness, the way you always knew how to soothe his troubled soul. Without you, the world felt colder, more daunting.

He tried to fill the void with distractions—late-night walks through empty streets, aimless conversations with acquaintances who didn't understand. But each attempt only reinforced the emptiness gnawing at his core. Adam finished off his drink, the bitterness of alcohol mingling with the bitter ache in his chest. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the glass over the edge, the shattering sound echoing in the empty night. He turned towards your room, the weight of memories pulling at his steps.

His gaze remained fixed on the floor, lost in a haze of grief and regret, until the unmistakable sound of fabric brushing against the cold floor reached his ears. Slowly, hesitantly, he raised his eyes.

There you were, in your familiar robes that seemed to shimmer softly in the dim light. His heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of you. The higher his gaze traveled, the more he saw—your delicate hands, your gorgeous facial features that time had not dimmed.

"You were just as beautiful as you were months ago, frozen in a memory that refused to fade. All of a sudden, he smiled—a rare sight in the months since your departure. Tears sprang to his eyes, a mixture of joy and disbelief as he rushed forward, taking you into his embrace.

"Fuck, baby, I knew you'd be back," Adam choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "They said you wouldn't be back, but I knew they were lying." The weight of longing and loss lifted from his shoulders in that moment, replaced by a flood of relief and overwhelming love.

"I've missed you so damn much," he murmured into your hair, holding you close as if afraid you might disappear again. "I never stopped believing."

In the embrace, time seemed to stand still, the world outside their cocoon of reunion fading into insignificance. "I'll never leave you Adam...Ever"

Adam's eyes snapped open, startled by the sudden clarity of your words. The world around him held its breath, suspended in a moment of fragile hope. But as he looked into your eyes, a chill settled over him, replacing the warmth of their reunion with a creeping unease.

Your hug, once a sanctuary of comfort, now felt foreign and distant. Beneath his fingertips, your hair lacked its familiar texture, your skin cold and trembling. The gaze that met his held nothing—no spark of recognition, no trace of the love they once shared. 

He blinked a moment, refusing to face the truth. Instead he pulled you closer so he could no longer stand seeing whatever was in his arms. He shut his eyes tight before letting out his shaky words.

He blinked, desperate to cling to the fleeting illusion of your presence. Ignoring the creeping dread, Adam pulled you closer, burying his face in the curve of your neck, willing himself to believe despite the chilling emptiness he felt.

"You're not really here," he murmured, his voice trembling with a mixture of longing and fear. "Are you..."

There was no answer to his question, only a slight movement as your form shifted in his arms. You pulled away gently, enough to meet his gaze. A faint smile played on your lips, but your eyes remained distant, devoid of the warmth and recognition he craved.

"Ever," you whispered softly, your voice a ghostly echo in the silence that engulfed them.

And you didn't leave him. Not as years passed, blurring into decades and centuries. Not even when he pleaded on his knees for you disappear. 

Adam's world became a silent tableau of longing and despair. He clung to the fragments of your presence, seeking solace in memories that faded with each passing day. The world around him changed—empires rose and fell, civilizations evolved, but Adam remained frozen in a timeless agony.

At times, he would catch glimpses of you in crowded streets or beneath starlit skies, only to realize they were mirages born of his fractured mind. Each sighting left him hollow, aching for the tangible warmth of your touch, the sound of your voice calling his name.

And with a resolve born of profound sorrow and unwavering devotion, Adam closed his eyes one last time. The blade found its mark, cutting through flesh and bone, releasing him from the torment of an existence defined by absence.

Without hesitation, Adam embraced you with all the strength of his soul, knowing that this time, it was real.