Chapter 468 My Lover Is There, So I Am Incomplete
That morning was quiet, as if nature was holding its breath in a deep silence. Without the hanging fog, without the wild magic seeping in, and without the shifts in reality that usually shake the soul.
However, in Fitran's heart... there was an unrest.
He sat alone by the lake, his fingers touching the calm surface of the water, staring at his reflection. But what he saw was not his own figure; instead, it was a void surrounding him, as if no one was there to accompany him.
The water appeared like a window opening into the depths of his soul, flowing with a disquieting emptiness, radiating dark shadows and memories that should have been harmonious; but now it only evoked echoes of loneliness that pierced the soul, creating a stabbing sense of hollowness.
Fitran realized that every time someone's name—Rinoa, Sheena, Iris, even Beelzebub—crossed his mind, he did not feel whole.
He felt incomplete.
"I love you..."
"...because you made me realize that I am not enough."
Fitran repeated those words in his heart, like a mantra that could not dispel the dark shadows surrounding his thoughts; a feeling trapped in the illusion of love that was supposed to save him, but had now become a prison full of regrets, locking him in deep and prolonged sorrow.