You, broke my heart, their hearts, all hearts for the last time by projecting their trauma into the environment through your fractured reflection.

It was a subtle shift at first, a gradual darkening of the once-vibrant hues of our shared world. His eyes, once mirrors of a soul filled with laughter and light, began to reflect the shadows of a past he couldn't seem to outrun. The once-joyful banter turned into terse exchanges, each word a carefully constructed shield against an unseen enemy.

He began to see threats where none existed, to hear whispers in the wind that carried the echoes of his own fears. The world, once a source of wonder and inspiration, became a hostile landscape, a constant reminder of the pain he had endured. His trauma, a heavy weight he had carried for so long, was now being projected onto everything around him, casting a pall over our relationship.

The more he withdrew into his own darkness, the further apart we grew. I watched helplessly as the man I had loved, the man who had once been my safe harbor, was consumed by the storm raging within him. His pain was no longer his alone; it had become a shared burden, a weight that threatened to crush us both.

In the end, it was the weight of his unresolved trauma that shattered our bond. I realized that while I loved him deeply, I could not be the one to heal him. His journey was one he had to undertake alone, and as much as it pained me to admit it, our paths were no longer meant to intersect.

He had to destroy everyone and everything, going back again and again to the pool of his own lack. The pool that tempted him to the easy way to get what he wanted, rather than sit with the suffering, he wanted the suffering to be held by all.

That isn't love... and it breaks me.