“I ain't wasting no more time… But, here I go again…” - Whitesnake

“It's been...about 4 months since he and I are not together. Seriously...I'm glad it's over. It was a long drawn break-up waiting to happen. Okay. So it was not so long. Whoever made the first move does not matter. I'm glad he found someone he can have a new relationship with and I'm glad I am currently dating a pretty wonderful guy. Perhaps 5 years really took it's toll on us. But then again, would this 4 years repeat history? I'm thinking, "Unlikely".

They are two completely different people with completely different characters. So don't get me wrong. When I thought myself in love with the former (perhaps I did), I loved everything about him, right down to his extreme male ego that's bigger than the universe. Love IS blind. I was blinded to his faults, exposed only when we broke the circle. Or let me rephrase that. I ignored/loved/pushed aside/accepted his faults because that was what I thought I should do. Yup...”
- Jade

No battle was fought as hard; no wound would hurt as much.
I don’t know what would have inflicted as much damage as these two simple paragraphs.

Like a plunge through my heart, these words separate my life and soul.
Living in the eternal blackness, I haven’t seen light in months.

“I ain't wasting no more time… But, here I go again…” - Whitesnake

Beads of perspiration streamed from my brow, as I directed the tip of the sword at the man whom I once called a friend. Laxion and I fought alongside each other through countless adventures and many wars. Then I discovered that immoral act.

Our blades clashed amidst the thunderous skies with the imminent storm overlooking the terrain. The clattering echoed throughout time itself. Unbeknownst to thyself, an act of sin has been brewing inside Jade.

She lunged toward my back with a dagger, plunging it deep into my heart. Leering over my wounded body, Jade had cast two spells into individual urns. Encrypted with cursed scrolls, they were designed to destroy my life and soul. Fortunately for me, she only managed to contain them.

Tears streamed down her face, she ran towards Laxion’s waiting embrace, wondering to herself, “Why?! Why’d I do this…” and stabbed Laxion, much to his astonishment.

A hundred days passed since the falling of this paladin.
A hundred nights of living in pitch darkness.
A hundred apologies…
A hundred…