I turned my head for one last glimpse, my heart aching as I looked at him on his knees, tears staining his face. His desperate pleas echoed through the mournful, hauntingly beautiful night. A tear escaped down my cheek. This was what I wanted, so why was I feeling this sadness? Why did it hurt so much to walk away? My throat tightened as I swallowed hard. I had to do this; it wasn't about my wants, but what was necessary-for him, not for me. "I'm sorry, my love. I had to do this for you," I murmured as I left the room, weighed down by a heavy heart and an unbearable guilt.