The thought that her actions might be more complex than mere power-lust, that there might be a hidden layer of twisted affection, was almost more infuriating than the betrayal itself. It confused the clean lines of my vengeance.
I looked back at the imposing silhouette of the library, now a dark, silent monolith against the pre-dawn sky, its secrets locked away once more. The shards of broken glass glittered on the ground, reflecting the distant, mocking light of Selene’s moon.
You may have erased me from history, my love, I whispered into the biting wind, my voice raw with a nascent, terrible resolve. But you could not erase your own solitude. And that, Selene, is the one truth I will unravel, even if I have to tear your perfect heavens apart, piece by painful piece, to find it.
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