His POV:

They say that sometimes it takes a greater love to let go than to hold on. Initially, I dismissed this idea as mere romantic idealism. I believed that only the fainthearted would relinquish their loved ones out of fear—fear of the struggle, fear of the fight. But I am no coward. I am a formidable vampire, born to become the Crown Prince and Emperor of the Von Achlys Empire. Victory is my destiny. So why would I ever consider letting go when I could fight for her?

But I was wrong.

I realized I was not the brave soul I had thought myself to be. My courage crumbled in the face of my greatest fear: the thought of being alone again. The idea of living a life without her—her warmth, her laughter, her touch—overwhelmed me with terror. Driven by selfishness, I tried desperately to hold on, to resist the inevitable. I ignored the harsh reality in my futile hope that I could alter our destiny

I was only thinking of myself. I knew what could happen. But I chose to ignore the truth thinking that I could change our future.

Maybe if I didn't love her, if I didn't ask her to stay by my side, if I just let her go, she will be able to live longer. Perhaps it is true that love demands an almost unbearable sacrifice. It requires you to consider the well-being of the one you love above your own, even if it means letting them go. When you deeply love that person but at the same time, you know that letting them go is for the best.

Now, as I hold her lifeless body in my arms, I am consumed by despair. Her warmth is gone, her laughter silenced forever. The sensation of her touch is a memory that will never be relived. The future we dreamed of together has been cruelly snatched away.

Why?

Why is the fate so cruel?

My whole body trembles uncontrollably, collapsing on my knees as my grip around her cold body tightened.

Tell me, if I hold her closer to me... Will it make her body warm? Will it bring her back to me?

They said that love is all about sacrifice. But does it really have to be this cruel?

"You did it, my Queen," I whisper as my tears fell down, caressing her serene face. "We did it… We won."

But it wasn't really a victory, isn't it?

Victory feels so hollow amidst the sea of lost lives, her own included. Each life lost had its own story, its own hopes. Like how I had hoped to return to a future with her, but that future has slipped away with her death. I have lost the one reason that kept me fighting.

What a cruel twist of fate.

If our stars could be rewritten. If our fate could be altered. If our destiny could be changed. Maybe then, I'll be able to see you in the future we've been dreaming of.

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...- Grey -...

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