Love's Final Condemnation

reath-his life fading, his only hope an experimental surgery with an impossible price tag. My art, once

atented dream, "Helios." He smiled, sharp and confident, taking all the credit at its grand unveiling. Rage, hot a

is hand on my shoulder a public brand of instability. The crowd believed him, the powerful mogul, not the desperate girl in frayed

th, I stumbled into the cold night. A sharp pain seized my chest, and blood stain

is cruel lover, Isabella, and Julian himself, whose every action, though outwardly cold, seemed driven by a terrifying internal wa