That night, when we decided to escape together, I saw him for the last time.
A group of hunters had found him and were holding him with silver chains, burning his skin.
I ran towards him, but an invisible force threw me to the ground.
-Go away," he cried, his eyes red with pain and love.
I watched him burn until the fire went out and there was nothing left.
Since then, I wait in the same forest, listening to his voice in the wind.
Sometimes, I feel an inexplicable cold and a whisper in my ear:
"I will always be with you".
I don't know if it's love or a promise that he will come for me.
Every night, the whisper is closer, and my reflection becomes blurrier, as if I am disappearing.