Dylan's hands trembled as he unfolded the letter.
*“If you're reading this, it means I couldn't make you remember while I was alive..."*
He sank into the chair, the words bleeding into his chest like knives.
*“The melody you heard on the cliff—it was mine. You were dying, and I sang to keep you awake. I begged the ancestors to keep you breathing, even as I bled beside you..."*
His breath caught.
*“I didn't want your love. Only your truth. But you gave both to someone else and left me to rot in silence. I forgive you, Dylan. I just couldn't carry this weight anymore..."*
The letter slipped from his hands.
His legs moved before thought could catch up.
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The infirmary staff scrambled as Dylan burst through the doors, fury and panic boiling in his eyes.
“Where is she?" he roared. “
