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"I just came after committing a murder," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth, hollow and distant.

He still didn’t look at her. His gaze was fixed somewhere in the distance, the weight of his confession heavy between them. He refused to meet her eyes, too terrified of what he would see in them.

"Do you still want to come to me?" he asked, his voice harsh, almost as if daring her to answer.

But the silence that followed… it cut deeper than any rejection could. The absence of her voice, her words, was a confession in itself.

His hand gripped the banister as he ascended the stairs, his heart sinking with each step he took away from her. The coldness in his chest didn’t subside, but the ache in his soul intensified.

He had made his decision, but somewhere inside, a part of him was still waiting for her to call out to him—to pull him back from the abyss.

But she didn’t.

The house was quiet again. The kind of quiet that only came after a storm had passed, leaving destruction in its wake.

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She rushed into the room, her heart pounding, her breath catching when her eyes landed on the suitcase open on the bed. Her world tilted.

“Aan!” she choked out, her voice trembling. “What… what are you doing?”

He didn’t stop, his hands moving mechanically as if her presence didn’t matter.

“I’m leaving,” he said flatly, not even sparing her a glance.

She forced herself to stay upright. Her chest tightened painfully, tears already threatening to spill.

“No, you’re not,” she said, her voice shaking as she approached him.

He stopped, his hand hovering over a shirt in the suitcase. His jaw clenched.

“This is what you wanted,” he said, his voice low, but the pain beneath it was unmistakable. “You told me I have no right. That I’m not the man you thought I was. And you were right.”

Her world shattered. The words she had thrown at him in anger, words meant to wound, came rushing back to her like a storm, suffocating her with guilt. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she stepped closer.

“I didn’t mean it,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I didn’t mean it. Please… please stop.”

He resumed packing, ignoring her completely, “I’ll give you what you want.”

“No!” she cried, grabbing his arm to stop him. Her tears blurred her vision, but she didn’t care.

“You don’t get to decide what I want! I was wrong, Aan! I said things I didn’t mean. I was angry, and I lashed out. But I didn’t mean any of it!”

“I'm sorry—”

“You don’t need to apologize,” he said, his voice so hollow it broke her heart further. “You were just being honest.”

She shook her head violently, her hands clutching his shirt. “Don’t you dare twist my words! I was hurt. I was scared. And I took it out on you. But I never wanted this. I never wanted you to leave!”

He looked away, his gaze fixed somewhere distant. “You’ll be better off without me.”

“No, I won’t!” she screamed, her voice raw with anguish. Her hands trembled as she tried to hold him, to keep him there. “I won’t survive without you, Aan! Don’t you get it? You’re my everything. I was wrong! I’m sorry. Please, don’t leave me.”