He Destroyed Her In His First Life In His Second He Gave Her Everything He Never Did Novels & Stories

“Not you.” She blinked. “Don’t lie to me,” she said, her voice breaking. “You said you loved me once. You promised…” “I don't,” he said coldly. “ And I should have fucking realised how far gone you really were.” She staggered back like he’d slapped her. “I did everything.. just to be with you,” she whispered. “And you let your obsession destroy every good thing left in you.” A tear slid down her cheek, but her grip on the gun only grew tighter.

he whispered, his voice choked. “I'm not giving it to you,” she replied, her gaze still clouded. “But still... you're my damn home.” He swallowed, sunk in the abyss that only she could create for him. And he knew, without saying it. That no matter how many times they destroyed each other, he would always come back to her. Even if it meant burning.

“You were supposed to be her shield. Instead, you brought the past to our doorstep and let it tear her apart.” “I loved her,” he whispered. “If you loved her,” I snapped, “she wouldn’t be lying there unconscious while you’re still breathing freely.” The words hung heavy in the air. He staggered back as if I had struck him. “I never meant for this to happen,” he said, his voice cracking. “I would give my life if it meant she’d wake up.” I laughed bitterly. “You always say that after everything is destroyed.” He dropped his gaze to my mother, his hands trembling as he reached toward her—then stopped, as if afraid to touch her. “She didn’t deserve this,” he murmured.

The god was dead. But so was the destiny that bound her. “I told you,” she said, reaching out to touch his face. “You’d be free.” He caught her hand — solid, warm — and pressed it against his heart. “Not without you.” Her smile faltered, eyes soft with something infinite. “Then live for both of us.” And before he could stop her, her light scattered — breaking into a thousand white shards that rose into the dawn. The storm cleared. The air tasted new.

"There are things I’ve been holding in. Things that have been tearing me apart." I froze. She took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to the floor. "It’s my second life. Hecate gave me a second life to fix everything. To make amends. But I didn’t know she was trying to get my soul all along," she chuckled bitterly. I felt my throat dry up. My stomach twisted as I listened. "In my previous life, I was in love with Jonathan. Madly. Blindly. I would have followed him into ruin, and I did." Her voice dropped, her shoulders slumping with shame. "I would have burned the world for him... and I nearly did."

“When I left. Furious. But I was scared too. Not just of you—of what it meant to feel that much for all of you. I didn’t know what I was doing.” “I ruined everything,” he muttered. She opened her eyes. “No. You made a mistake. A big one. But I’ve made mine too.” He finally looked at her again. “I didn’t want to love you.” Her breath caught. “I didn’t,” he repeated, like it was something awful. “I tried not to. Because I knew I would destroy it the second I let it in.” “You didn’t destroy it,” she said quietly. “I nearly did.” She squeezed his wrist. Weakly. But it was enough.

“She said… if I didn’t kill you, she would kill Cressida. And if I didn’t kill Cressida, she would take your soul and give it to the Warden.” “She said that my hand had to be it. So I chose.” “You wanted me,” she said, voice cracking. “I didn’t think it was all going to be this dirty. I could manage the damage. I thought I could fix it.” “You shot me, Damien.” “I know.” “You killed me.” “I know!” The fire crackled behind us. I stepped forward, hands shaking. “I never recovered from it. I never forgave myself. And then, I opened my eyes in this second life, and I thought, this is my punishment. To live and fail you.” She peered at me as if I were a stranger.

"You said that yourself. I'm not invincible. But I'm not powerless, either. I was never yours to guard, Ignatius. I'm not your fire to contain. I'm not your heart to imprison." He spun around, pleading. "Then what do I mean to you?" She paused. Then gazed at him—and her voice cracked into something just held together. "You're the man who gave me a second life. Who warmed my hands when I couldn't feel them any longer. Who held me in the dark and called me back from death." Her hand drifted along the door frame. "But now, I have to live that second life. Not just for me. For them. For what's left."

I flinched, freezing instantly. "Before you dragged your way into his life, we didn't share a bed, but I knew I was the one carved in his heart!" she raged, her pupils dilating as a dangerous light flashed in her eyes. "But now, everything is ruined. He is no longer the Cadmus I grew up with!"

“No.” “I can get you help,” I plead. “No.” “I won’t leave you here.” Her hand trembles as she cups my cheek. Her touch is so gentle. Like she’s memorizing me. “You were never meant to be small,” she whispers. My vision blurs. “Don’t do this.” “I had to give you life… twice.” My breath shatters. “I just found you,” I choke. “I am not ready to lose you again.” “I never lost you,” she sighs.