EPISODE 1
I don’t. I don’t deserve to breathe, to see the light, to feel anything at all. Every heartbeat in my chest is a reminder of the ruin I left behind. I ruined him. I ruined our son. I ruined everything.
I think of Draven—my Draven—raising our boy alone after I left. How quietly, how painfully, he carried the weight of my betrayal. Every sleepless night, every ache in his chest, every moment of longing… and I walked away, chasing someone worthless, someone who betrayed me, who slept with my own sister, who locked me in darkness, who made me suffer. And still… he endured. He endured everything I destroyed.
He never remarried. Never sought another woman to share his life. Because he loved only me. Always me. Even when I disappeared, even when I hurt him more than anyone could bear. He made our son his world, and through that boy, he kept me alive in memory, in hope, even when I had abandoned him entirely.
I left him earlier, died many years ago, letting him alone on this cruel word, he was all alone after his parents death, and I was his only relative left but I betrayed him . And then… he died. 38 years after he could wait no longer. He closed his eyes in this world, longing for the next, hoping to find me in heaven. All his life, he waited. Every glance at our son reminded him of me—the way our boy’s eyes held the same fire, the same softness, the faint curve of lips, the way he moved. Our blood, our legacy… the only piece of me he could still touch. The treasure he raised.
I can almost see him now, in that final moment, closing his eyes and imagining my face—faded, barely remembered, almost gone—my voice lost somewhere in the folds of memory, yet still haunting him. He forgave me in silence. He loved me still, in death as in life. And I… I never deserved any of it.
I don’t deserve his forgiveness. I don’t deserve our son’s love. I don’t deserve to live in a world that I betrayed so completely. I destroyed the only thing that mattered to him, the only life that was ours, the only treasure he held close to keep me alive in memory. And now, I am left with nothing but regret, nothing but the hollow ache of what I caused.
I don’t deserve to live. I don’t deserve them. I don’t deserve the chance to see him, to hold him, to undo the years I took from him, to heal the wounds I carved so deeply. And yet… even in this darkness, even in the abyss of my despair, I know—somehow, fate has not finished with me.
All these years that I was gone my soul wandered around him. He took his revenge on me in all these years when I was suffering watching their destroyed lives realising I was the destroyer.
Until the moment he finally closed his eyes, maybe finding his peace.
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