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~~~ Act I ~~~
Please look after Theron for me.
How could I possibly do your job for you?
You better not slack on your duties.
Fiora, the moment is upon us.
He will come to rescue you,
and I will be left behind.
I cherish the memories, but soon,
there will be nothing left of me to hold on to.
Oh, Eamon.
How could you think such a thing?
It’s the cruel truth I’ve made peace with.
Theron must choose.
One life, one love...
and I know where I stand.
You are his heart.
I am just his shield.
Naturally,
he will save you,
and I must be the sacrifice.
Just his shield?
Never say that again, Eamon.
Never forget how deeply he loves you.
He loved you first, after all.
He loved me first, Fiora,
and I wouldn’t dare forget his care—
even in death,
I’d remember.
But you are different.
The first love of a friend
cannot compare
to the love of his wife.
I know Theron's heart.
It would break him to see you dead.
Yes,
It will hurt him.
And I hate to go.
But at least one of us can stay by his side.
Please, keep him happy.
…Yes.
Yes, it will hurt.
But he will have the courage
to carry on,
for you.
~~~Act II~~~
Theron—why?
Why would you save 𝑚𝑒?
You know why, Eamon.
Without her,
you are all I have left.
Without you,
I'd have nothing left.
But Fiora was your joy.
And you are my life.
She was your heart!
And you are my soul.
I loved her,
and I loved you first.
I loved her,
and I love you more.
She knew my heart.
She knew,
That I need you.
~~~ Epilogue ~~~
One cannot understand true love
until they have experienced true friendship.
For your truest friend
will be your first love.
To some,
their greatest love.
Romantic or platonic are different hues
of the same infinite light.
Which shines brighter
is a question left unanswered.
In the end,
love is measured not by its title,
but by the sacrifices it requires
and the truths it reveals.
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