I watched Daniel leave Shadow Blade through my windows, and though I expected satisfaction, perhaps even a sense of victory, all I felt was... guilt. A deep, gnawing guilt that refused to leave, no matter how tightly I clung to my pride.
He didn’t look back. Not once. But I saw it in his eyes: his pain. It was carved into every step he took, like the world had grown heavier with each stride.
That pain should’ve pleased me. For everything I’d done to humiliate him, belittle him, reject him… I should’ve been satisfied that the mighty Daniel, the cursed Omega, who had refused to break was finally broken.
But I wasn’t.
Instead, I felt like the villain in my own story. Like I’d thrown away something I didn’t even realize I was holding dear.
Life at Shadow Blade became unbearable after his
