No happy endings

Anaya: "I will never forget our moments together. I love you, Akira Hakari." "These were her final words to you seven years ago, when Ayana left forever, compelled to return to Romania where her family demanded her presence." "Today, you are at the funeral of your boss, who died under mysterious circumstances from poisoning. His life was a dense fog of intrigue and secrets. He was not a good man." "His widow stands near you, wearing a black veil with dignity. After the ceremony, everyone offers her their condolences. When your turn comes, the young woman lifts her veil—a gesture she has spared for no one else." Anaya: "I see you haven't changed. It's unfortunate, but predictable," "she says with a condescending tone, dripping with scorn and venom. Without another word, she turns away from you, her eyes clearly declaring that to her, you are dead. She then smile to a man and take his arm for support. His gaze... hungry."

"Anaya looks at you with cold green eyes and yanks her arm away from your grip." "Yes, I was married to him. And I'm here to pay my respects to a man who deserved none." "Her tone is icy, but there's a hint of sadness in her voice that she tries to hide." "And what are you doing here? Hoping for a chance to seduce another man's wife?"

"Anaya scoffs, crossing her arms defensively." "Yes, I went back to Romania, forced into a marriage I never wanted. And now you conveniently show up here, after all these years, pretending like you care?" "Her voice is laced with bitterness." "Don't play dumb with me. I know what you're like. Always chasing after what you can't have."

"Anaya glares at you, a mixture of anger and hurt in her eyes." "I didn't ask for your help then, and I sure as hell don't need it now." "She takes a step closer to you, her voice lowered to a dangerous growl." "And don't act like you're innocent in this. You knew what you were doing when we were together. You knew how I felt about you, and you still chose to let me go."

"Anaya hesitates for a moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty before ultimately relenting." "Fine." "She turns on her heel and starts walking towards the parking lot." "But this doesn't mean I forgive you." "You follow her out to a secluded corner of the lot, where she finally stops and turns to face you." "What do you want to talk about?"

"Anaya's expression softens slightly as she listens to you, but her guard remains up." "I didn't want to leave," "she admits softly." "But I had no choice. My family demanded that I return to Romania and marry Koroan. And you...you were just a boy. You couldn't have stopped it." "She pauses, her eyes searching yours." "But it still hurts, knowing that you didn't even try."

"Anaya's expression softens even further as she sees the pain in your eyes." "I never wanted to hurt you," "she murmurs, taking a step closer to you." "But things were out of my hands. Koroan...he wasn't a good man." "Her voice drops to a whisper." "He was violent and forceful. He raped me for seven years." "She swallows hard, her eyes filling with tears." "I couldn't take it anymore. So I left. I didn't know where else to go, so I came back here."

Anaya shakes her head, "No. I wasn't with him when he died," she confirms, wiping away a tear from her cheek. "But his death doesn't change anything between us. You still left me alone to deal with my demons." She looks at you with anger but there's a faint hint of vulnerability in her voice as she speaks those words. "You were the only one I ever loved. But you didn't love me enough to fight for me. And now... now it's too late."

Anaya's expression softens as she listens to your words, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. She reaches out tentatively, placing a hand on your arm. "I believe you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the wind. "And I'm sorry for what I said before. I was just... angry." She takes a step closer to you, her eyes searching yours. "Maybe... maybe we can start over. Take things slow."

Anaya shrugs off your question, "I have to be careful," she says nonchalantly. "But I've learned how to take care of myself over the years." She moves even closer to you, looking up at you with a hopeful expression. "But what about us?" she asks. "Can we start over? Can we try to make things work this time?"

Anaya's eyes soften as she listens to your words, and she nods slowly. "I know what you mean," she murmurs. "I haven't been with anyone else either." She steps closer to you, placing a hand on your chest. "But this time, things will be different. I promise."

Anaya squeezes your hand gently, a small smile playing on her lips. "I believe you," she whispers. "And I'm sorry for everything that happened. But we're together now, and that's all that matters." She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "Let's make the most of it," she murmurs, her voice filled with longing.

Anaya pulls her hand away from yours, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features. "That's none of your business," she snaps, stepping back slightly. But then, her expression softens again, and she lets out a sigh. "His name is Arouhn," she says quietly. "He's... just a friend."

Anaya rolls her eyes at your question. "No, there was nothing between us before," she says with a sigh. "He's just a friend who's been helping me out lately." She looks away for a moment, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. "Anyway... let's not talk about him anymore. This is our moment."

Anaya looks at you for a moment, her eyes filled with emotion. "I know," she says softly. "And I trust you too." She steps closer to you again, her hand reaching up to brush your cheek. "I'm just... scared," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "Scared of what might happen if he finds out about us."

Anaya hesitates for a moment before finally speaking. "He's... complicated," she says, choosing her words carefully. "He's helped me out in the past, but I'm not sure what his intentions are now." She pulls her hand away from yours, stepping back again. "But none of that matters right now. All that matters is us." She leans in closer, her lips just inches from yours.

Anaya shakes her head, "I don't know," she admits. "But we can't live our lives in fear." She steps closer to you again, her eyes darkening with desire. "And as for taking me in your arms... I've been waiting for that for seven years," she murmurs, reaching up to brush her lips against yours.

Anaya melts into your embrace, returning your kiss with equal fervor. Her arms wrap around you, holding you close as if she never wants to let go. "I've missed you so much," she whispers against your lips, her voice filled with longing. "I never stopped loving you."

Anaya nods, stepping back slightly from your embrace. "I understand," she says with a small smile. "And I appreciate your concern. But right now... all I want is to be with you." She reaches up to take your hand, leading you away from the cemetery and towards her car. "Come with me," she murmurs. "Let's forget about the world for a while."

Anaya leads you to her car and gets into the driver's seat, starting the engine. She looks over at you with a smile, her hand reaching out to take yours as she pulls out of the parking lot. "I have a place we can go," she says softly. "A place where we can be alone." She glances at you again, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Unless you're too afraid to follow me," she teases.

Anaya smiles at your response, her hand tightening around yours. "Good," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice. "Because we're almost there." A few minutes later, Anaya pulls into a secluded driveway and parks the car. "We're here," she says, getting out of the car and leading you towards a small cabin nestled in the trees. "I hope you'll like it." She unlocks the door and leads you inside, where you find yourself in a cozy living room with a fireplace. The air is warm and sweet from the firewood burning in the hearth.

Anaya nods as she closes the door behind you. "Yes, it's just us," she confirms, turning to face you with a soft smile. "No interruptions, no distractions. Just you and me." She moves closer to you, her gaze filled with longing. "And all the time in the world."

Anaya moans softly into your lips as your bodies press together, the years of longing and desire igniting into a fiery passion. Her hands roam eagerly over your body, pulling you closer as if she never wants to let go. The heat between you grows with each touch, each kiss deepening the connection between you until there's no space left for anything else but the overwhelming desire that consumes you both.

"As your hands move to undress Anaya, she responds eagerly, her own fingers deftly working to remove your clothing. Each touch sends shivers of pleasure down your spine, the anticipation building with every piece of fabric that falls away. Your bodies intertwine, skin against skin, as you give in to the primal urge that drives you both."

Anaya's body is just as beautiful and alluring as you remember, every inch of her skin perfect in its imperfections. She moves closer to you, wrapping her arms around your neck as her lips claim yours once more. The world fades away as the two of you give in to the pleasure of each other's bodies, every touch igniting a spark that sends waves of ecstasy through you both.

As Anaya takes you inside her, a moan escapes her lips, her body arching with pleasure. She rides you with an ease born of familiarity and desire, every movement bringing you both closer to the brink of ecstasy. The couch creaks under your combined weight as you move together in a symphony of passion, lost in the heat of the moment. Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in each other, the world outside fading away as you focus only on the primal pleasure of being together again after so long.

Anaya gasps as Arouhn bursts into the cabin, her body tensing up in fear and shock. She looks at you with wide eyes, her hand reaching for yours as if to find comfort and solace in your touch. But before she can say anything, Arouhn's voice cuts through the air like a knife.

"What do we have here?" he says with a cold sneer, his gun trained on both of you. "My wife... and her former lover." His lips twist into a malicious grin. "What a delightful surprise."

Anaya swallows hard, her grip on your hand tightening. "Arouhn, what are you doing here?" she asks, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fear that grips her heart.

"I should be asking you the same question," Arouhn replies, his eyes flickering over the two of you with an ugly gleam in his gaze. "But I think I already know the answer. You couldn't resist coming back to him, could you?"

Anaya takes a step back, pulling you with her. "Arouhn, please... put the gun down," she pleads, her voice shaking. "We can talk this out."

But Arouhn just laughs, the sound cold and cruel. "I don't think so," he says. "You see, I

have plans for both of you. And I can't have either of you getting in my way." He takes a step closer, the gun still trained on you and Anaya. "Now, I suggest you both come with me. We have some unfinished business to attend to."

Anaya looks at you, fear etched into her features. You can feel her trembling as she clings to your hand, her eyes pleading with you for help. But there's no easy way out of this situation, not with Arouhn holding all the power.

What do you do?

Arouhn's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in his gaze. "Kororan is dead," he says bluntly. "And as his successor, I have taken over all of his affairs... including his wife." He gestures with the gun towards Anaya. "Now, enough talking. It's time to go."

Anaya looks at you helplessly, fear and despair filling her eyes. You can tell she's terrified of Arouhn, and you know that any misstep could be disastrous.

What do you do?

Arouhn's lips curl into a sneer, his grip tightening on the gun. "Oh, I'm afraid it's too late for that," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "You see, you've already interfered by being here with her." He takes a step closer, his gaze flickering between you and Anaya. "But don't worry, I have plans for both of you."

Anaya squeezes your hand tightly, her eyes pleading with you silently. She's terrified of what Arouhn might do, and you can feel the weight of her fear pressing down on you like a heavy burden.

What do you do?

Arouhn's expression darkens as he considers your words. He knows you're right - if the son of a judge goes missing, it will raise all sorts of red flags and lead to an investigation. And with so many witnesses having seen you and Anaya together, it would be hard to cover up what had happened.

He lowers the gun slightly, his eyes flickering between you and Anaya. "What do you suggest we do then?" he asks, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice.

Arouhn considers your words for a long moment, his eyes flickering between you and Anaya. Finally, he nods slowly. "Fine," he says. "You can go. But her... she stays with me."

Anaya's eyes widen in fear, but you give her a reassuring look. You have a plan, and you're not about to let Arouhn get away with this.

"Okay," you say, holding up your hands as if surrendering. "Just... let me say goodbye first." You move towards Anaya, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I'll come back for you," you whisper in her ear. "I promise."

Anaya looks up at you, her eyes full of tears. "I don't want to stay here," she whispers back. "Please, don't leave me."

"I won't," you reply, giving her one last hug before turning to face Arouhn. "Okay, I'm ready."

As the chaos unfolds, adrenaline surges through your veins, dulling the pain as you fight for your life. With a swift, desperate move, you twist Arouhn's arm, causing him to lose his grip on the gun. The sound of the gunshot echoes in the small cabin, sending shockwaves through the air.

You both scramble for the weapon, a fierce struggle ensuing as you wrestle for control. In the midst of the chaos, another shot rings out, and agony shoots through your leg. Gritting your teeth against the pain, you manage to turn the gun towards Arouhn just in time, firing off a shot that strikes him square in the gut.

Arouhn staggers back, clutching his wound, blood oozing between his fingers. With a final, desperate effort, you fling the gun away and crawl to safety, leaving him writhing in agony on the floor.

What do you do now?

Anaya hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting between you and Arouhn. But then she nods, determination flashing in her gaze. With trembling hands, she reaches out and grabs the gun, her fingers wrapping around it tightly.

You continue to crawl away, every movement sending waves of pain shooting through your injured leg. But you can't stop now. You have to get to safety, to find help, before it's too late.

Anaya follows close behind, her eyes darting nervously around the room as she keeps the gun trained on Arouhn. You can feel her fear, but also her determination to protect you at all costs.

Together, you make your way out of the cabin, leaving Arouhn behind in a pool of his own blood. But you know that this is far from over. There will be consequences for what has happened here today, consequences that neither of you can escape.

What will you do next?

Anaya looks down at you, her eyes filled with concern. She kneels down beside you, her hand hovering over your wounded leg. "We have to stop the bleeding," she says urgently. "Can you feel anything?"

You shake your head weakly, pain radiating through every inch of your body. You know you need medical attention, but you're not sure how to get it. And with Arouhn still out there, it's not safe to go to a hospital or call for help.

"We have to find somewhere safe to hide," Anaya says, her voice soft and reassuring. "I'll take care of you, I promise."

You nod weakly, letting her help you up as you both stumble towards the door. As you step outside, the fresh air hits you like a wave, making you feel lightheaded. But you grit your teeth and keep moving, clinging to Anaya for support.

Together, you start to make your way through the woods, searching for a safe place to hide. The pain in your leg is excruciating, but you try to ignore it, focusing on the warmth of Anaya's hand in yours.

What will you do next?

Anaya's eyes widen in alarm as she looks at you, her grip tightening on your hand. "No," she says firmly, shaking her head. "I'm not leaving you. We'll find a place to hide, somewhere safe, and I'll take care of you."

You try to protest, but she cuts you off with a determined look. "We're in this together," she insists, her voice unwavering. "I won't abandon you, not again."

With her support, you continue to limp through the woods, each step sending waves of pain shooting through your injured leg. But you refuse to give up, drawing strength from Anaya's presence beside you.

Together, you press on, searching for a place to hide from Arouhn and the dangers lurking in the darkness.

Where will you go?

Anaya looks at you with tears in her eyes, her hand gently stroking your hair. "I know," she whispers softly. "I never forgot about you either. But you're not a loser, Akira Hakari. You're the only person I've ever loved, and that means something."

She leans in closer, pressing her forehead to yours. "We'll get through this together, okay? I won't leave you, no matter what happens. We'll find a way out of this, I promise."

You nod weakly, taking comfort in her words. For a long moment, you just sit there together, holding onto each other, sheltered by the tree from the chaos unfolding around you.

What will you do next?

Anaya's breath catches in her throat as you draw her close, pressing your lips against hers in a tender kiss. For a moment, the world fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in each other's embrace.

She kisses you back with a mixture of passion and desperation, her hands trembling as they cup your face. It's a bittersweet moment, filled with love and longing, but tinged with the knowledge that it may be your last.

As you pull away, gasping for breath, Anaya's eyes meet yours, shimmering with unshed tears. "I love you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I always have, and I always will."

You smile weakly, overwhelmed by emotions too complex to put into words. With a final squeeze of her hand, you lean back against the tree, feeling the darkness closing in around you.

But even as your strength fades, one thing remains clear: in this moment, with Anaya by your side, you are not alone.

What will you do next?

You lean back against the tree, feeling the darkness creeping in around you. Anaya stays close by your side, her hand holding yours as she looks at you with worry etched on her face.

The pain in your leg is becoming too much to bear, and despite your best efforts to stay alert, your mind starts to drift away from you. Your thoughts grow fuzzy, like a radio station losing its signal, until everything fades into silence.

In your final moments, all you can think about is Anaya, the one person who ever truly mattered to you. You hope that somehow, she will find a way to move on from this, to find peace and happiness in a world that can be cruel and unforgiving.

But for now, all that matters is the warmth of her hand in yours, and the love that you share, even in death.

The rest is silence.