The fragile threads of his sanity seemed to unravel before his very eyes. Madness lurked in the depths of his being, threatening to consume him entirely.
How could he, after all that had been done, still ache for him? The pain of betrayal gnawed at his soul, a festering wound that refused to heal. Each memory of that treacherous night pierced his heart like a thousand shards of glass.
What hurt even more was the realization that he had become a stranger to his own desires, unable to discern what he truly longed for. The once clear path had twisted and blurred, leaving him adrift and confused.
The inferno that raged within him, fueling his every move, became an enigma of its own. Was it merely the searing fire of vengeance that propelled him forward, an unquenchable thirst for revenge against those who had inflicted such unspeakable pain on him?
Or was there something darker, something more twisted that fueled the flames of his torment?