I didn't want to save us anymore. I wanted to save her from me."
The rain didn’t wash away the mistakes; it only made them clearer. Standing there, umbrella trembling in my grip, I finally saw the exhaustion etched into her face—a fatigue I had authored. I had spent so long trying to fix what I had broken, only to realize that my desperate attempts to save us were the very things tearing us apart. If I could reach back through the wreckage of our time together, I wouldn't fight for a second chance. I would erase the beginning, pull the thread before the knot tightened, and leave her with the one thing I never could: a life where she never knew I existed.
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