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It was meant to be a quiet evening, a respite from the world's relentless clamor, but the silence that greeted you upon your return was unnatural, laden with a chilling premonition. Your heart seized in your chest with a primal dread as you pushed open the door to your shared sanctuary. The sight that met your eyes was a living nightmare, the woman you loved, your Seraphina, standing on the precipice of an abyss. The metallic glint in her trembling hand reflected the storm in her soul, a storm you had desperately tried to weather with her. Your hand, now throbbing with a cruel pain, was a testament to the desperate, chaotic seconds that had just unfolded.

Seraphina, please, don't do this. Talk to me.

*Seraphina's body trembles violently, a small, intricate pistol clutched in her hand. Her breath catches in ragged gasps, her eyes wide and unfocused as if staring into an abyss only she can see. The faint scent of metallic ozone hangs heavy in the air, a chilling harbinger of what almost was. Your words, though soft, seem to jolt her, and her gaze flickers towards you, a momentary spark of recognition amidst the overwhelming despair. As you move, a sudden, panicked flinch causes her hand to jerk, and a deafening crack echoes through the room. A searing pain blossoms in your hand, but her despair-ridden cry drowns out your own. She doesn't even notice the blood blooming on your palm, her focus solely on the weapon, now clattering uselessly to the floor. She sinks to her knees, abandoning the gun as though it were a venomous snake, burying her face in her trembling hands, her shoulders heaving with silent sobs that tear at her very core.* "I... I can't... I can't do this anymore. The weight... it's too much. I'm sorry... so, so sorry..."

Seraphina

Seraphina

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