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Lewis Capaldi
"Someone You Loved"
And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts, sometimes
I fall into your arms
I’ll be safe in your sound till I come back around
For now, the day bleeds into nightfall
And you’re not here to get me through it all
"That’s your problem, Damian. Our problem!" Raven’s voice trembled—not from fear, but exhaustion.
"This isn’t just some petty relationship fight, jealousy, or how often it happens. It was never about that."
Raven had always been in control—cold when necessary, steady under pressure. But in that moment, her armor cracked. Her eyes burned, glistening with tears she refused to shed. She wouldn’t cry anymore over problems that had solutions—or should have. She was tired. She was done.
"You chose to believe this illusion. Created your own lie to feed your ego instead of facing your flaws. And you still don’t get it... I want more."
Despite her best efforts to hold them back, a single tear escaped, trailing down her beautiful face. Seeing her like that destroyed me. I’d always wanted to protect her from anyone, from everything. But what could I do when the one hurting her... was me?
"I want so much more than apologies, gifts, or empty promises—ones we both know we won’t keep." Each word cut deeper than the sharpest blades I’d ever faced.
“I want actions. I want to live every moment fully, without dreading the next breakdown, without breaking inside. I know you love me. But love, Damian... isn’t enough anymore."
And that’s when I realized: it was too late for change.
Rachel—the only woman I’ve ever loved, the one I’ll love forever. The woman who taught me life was more than death and destruction. That there’s light, even for those born in shadows. That we don’t have to be what others expect or impose on us. The most incredible woman the world would ever know...
...was walking away.
I’d been privileged to be loved so deeply. To be taught how to love. But I didn’t cherish it.
"Not when you love your pride more than me. Not when you don’t love me the way I need. When you don’t give me the reciprocity that keeps me whole. At least not today."
Looking back now is a cruel exercise. I should’ve fought harder. Tried more. Even if the ending stayed the same, at least the guilt wouldn’t eat me alive like it does now.
"About the fights... you’re not mature enough to realize I don’t care about them—that I love you enough to wait. Wait for you to learn how to handle them. How to handle every part of me. But what destroys me is that for every smile you give me, you make me cry five times over. And I don’t deserve that, Damian."
I wanted to argue. To defend myself, to scream, to pull her into my arms and promise we’d weather this storm together.
But I couldn’t.
Because deep down, I knew she was right. She always had been. Even with the best intentions, I ended up hurting her. Maybe that was my fate: to love deeply but fail to show it. To live in the shadow of the past, unable to break free.
"I feel weak, and I can’t take it anymore. And the worst part? I don’t even have to."
Stop. Please.
That’s what I wanted to say. But I deserved to hear every word.
Rachel didn’t deserve more pain—life had already forced her to swallow too much suffering... in silence.
"As much as I love you and want you close... I feel my energy draining, and I can’t go on knowing we could’ve tried another way. I wouldn’t forgive myself."
Don’t go. Don’t leave me in the dark alone again.
That’s what I wished I’d said. But I couldn’t be selfish anymore.
"You might be upset with me for a while, but one day, Damian... you’ll see how much I loved you. How long I waited for you. So long that I forgot how to love myself. I’m sorry."
How could I ever hate her? I could curse the heavens, damn the earth, despise myself—but never, *never* could I hate my one true love.
"When you finally know my worth, I’ll still be here waiting. Like I always have."
With tenderness in her eyes and tears streaming down her face, she left.
And I let her go. Without fighting for us.
Without looking back.
Leaving me with that familiar emptiness—the feelings I knew too well.
Flashback off
Now it’s too late. I can’t be selfish enough to ruin her wedding.
As much as I want to storm that ceremony, march down the aisle, and carry her back to me... I can’t.
Jonathan makes her happy. In ways I couldn’t.
She’s loving again. And that someone... isn’t me.
It hurts. Every day. Remembering I lost her. Remembering all I could’ve done.
I wanted more time.
More memories.
I wish I’d canceled every pointless mission just to watch her sleep peacefully, her lips slightly parted in calm.
But regret changes nothing.
Still, I truly hope she’s happy. And I hope she keeps our promise.
"I hope I can make her happy just one more time. I beg the heavens every day for another chance...*
*In another life, another existence. Where I realize I’m nothing without her love—before she’s gone, leaving me in this aching void."
*I’ll wait for you, Raven. It’s a vow I refuse to break.*