Born to Die (Winx Club x Oc)

Farewell.

Okay, before you go throwing your phone across the room or crying into your pillow for the next hour (totally understandable, by the way), I just need to say... I'm sorry for killing off Alethea.

Now, a quick word about Alethea. Yes, I did kill her off. And yes, I did plan to do it from the very first page. If you're angry, sad, or considering some very creative ways to hunt me down... I get it. But hey, it's not you, it's me (I promise, it really is). The plot demanded it. Or maybe my inner villain just had a moment. Either way, I'm sorry, but not really. She was amazing, and sometimes amazing characters have to... well, you know, leave us in the worst possible way.

To everyone else: thanks for sticking around through the heartbreaks, the plot twists, and probably a few moments where you wondered if I was secretly plotting your emotional demise too. The good news is, this is the last time I'll put you through this... or at least, the last time for this book. I can't make any promises about what I'll do in the future.

P.S. It's not you, it's me.

I don't know how to say goodbye, so I guess I'll say it the only way I know how. I never wanted this, never wanted to leave you all so soon. But the world, the one we tried so hard to change, is cruel, and it takes things away before you ever get the chance to hold on tight enough.

And Silas...

I don't know how to begin, because words seem so small against everything I feel in this moment. But I have to try, for you. You need to know.

You need to know that every single part of me loves you. Every heartbeat, every breath—every second that passed when we were together, whether it was a moment of laughter or silence—has meant more to me than anything else in this world. You made me feel like I wasn't alone, like I mattered in a way I never thought I could. You became the place I could call home, and now I have to say goodbye, and the weight of it is more than I can bear.

I don't know what happens next. I wish I could hold on to you, wish I could find some way to make this easier, for both of us. But I know, deep down, that this is the last time I'll get to look into your eyes. The last time I'll feel your hand in mine, warm and strong, trying to hold me together in the face of something we can't change.

I'm slipping away, and all I want is to stay, to be with you, to have more of the future we dreamed of. But life doesn't give us the luxury of waiting, does it? It takes what it wants, when it wants, and all we're left with are the memories.