novelraw Chapter 90 – Where My Love Story Ends
Chapter 90 – Where My Love Story Ends
— Celestia’s POV —
With an empty hand, I stepped forward—slow, deliberate. The mist parted around me as I approached him.
Ronan hung against the wall, limbs bound by coils of water, his chest rising and falling in ragged, shallow gasps. I stopped just a few steps away.
Close enough to hear the desperation in his breath.
Close enough for him to see what I had become.
“C-Celes, you love me, right? This is a misunderstanding! I—I can explain! I love you! Please, help me! Let me down!”
His voice—once warm, once familiar—now sounded like a rotting thing clinging to life.
“Misunderstanding?”
The word scraped from my throat, low and bitter—like venom I refused to swallow.
He said it so easily. So casually.
Like it was just another excuse.
As if her blood, her bruises, her begging—meant nothing to him.
As if none of it stained his soul.
As if I hadn’t just seen my sister destroyed before my eyes.
As if he believes his position in my heart is higher than Daisy.
I lifted my head—slowly.
And for the first time, I truly looked at him.
Not as his lover.
Not as the woman who once smiled in his arms.
But as his judge.
“You said this was a misunderstanding?”
My voice was shaking now—
Not with fear.
But with everything I’d kept buried under my skin.
“You raped her.”
The words cut sharp, louder.
“You shattered her.”
My hands clenched at my sides.
“You tried to force her to kill herself—”
My eyes locked onto his—blue, cold, and unforgiving.
“Right in front of me!”
Each accusation hit like thunder, crashing harder with every breath.
And then—
My voice rose—tight, trembling with fury.
“And now you call it a misunderstanding!?”
My composure tore from me before I could stop it.
“You dare… speak of love!?”
Each word was ice—sharpened by betrayal, cold enough to freeze.
A freezing silence that cracked open.
Everything I had refused to say—
Everything he deserved to hear—
Spilled out, cold and merciless.
Like betrayal given form in the shape of frost.
A storm too long restrained.
And finally—
*Whiirrr!*
The mist responded to my rage like a beast unchained.
No longer soft. No longer gentle.
It roared out from beneath my feet, surging into the room like a crashing wave. The floor darkened beneath its flow, tendrils lashing the air like whips of liquid wrath. Walls groaned. Glass cracked.
And yet—
The Earl was untouched.
The knights stood unharmed.
And Daisy, still floating in her cocoon of soft blue mist, didn’t even flinch.
The magic knew its master.
The mist didn’t seek chaos.
It sought him.
My enemy.
“Ugh…!”
Ronan groaned. His body convulsed where it hung, the water binding him tightening with every pulse of my fury. Mist wrapped around his limbs like shackles, pressing into his chest, seeping into his mouth, filling his lungs with the crushing weight of my hatred.
I stepped forward through the storm I’d summoned—unmoved, untouched.
Each step sent another pulse of magic outward. The very air thickened, heavy with pressure, with intent. It wasn't just power.
It was judgment.
“C-Celestia!” the Earl called out from the entrance of the room, his voice strained against the wall of force pushing outward. “Control yourself—!”
But I didn’t turn.
I didn’t need to.
Because this wasn’t a loss of control.
This was precise.
This was earned.
This was mercy, denied.
“C-Celes!? W-What are you doing!?”
Ronan’s panicked voice scraped against the walls, laced with fear.
But I didn’t answer.
Because there was no question.
I stepped forward, my eyes never leaving his.
The mist churned around me—no longer elegant, no longer silent. It writhed like a storm barely caged.
Then, I commanded.
“Release her.”
Not a plea.
Not a warning.
But an order.
His eyes widened. “N-No! I—I don’t want to die—!”
*SHHHHHHHRRK—!*
The mist closed in like a vice. It surged around his body, thick and suffocating. Frost bloomed across his skin. He gasped—but no air entered.
His mouth opened in a strangled scream.
Nothing came out.
He choked. Twitched.
Only then did I loosen my grip.
Just enough for him to breath.
“Gaaah—! Hah… hah… haah—!”
He sucked in air with ragged desperation, coughing as steam rose from his lips. The mist retreated slightly—still coiled around him like a predator waiting to strike again.
“I said—release her.”
This time, my voice carried even less humanity.
“P-Please—n-no…!”
The mist surged again. It climbed his legs, wrapped his arms, pressed against his chest, pressing in like water dragging him under.
He spasmed.
I released again. Just barely.
“Gaaah—! Hah… hah… haah—!”
He heaved—spit trailing from his lips.
“Release. Her.”
A pulse of pressure struck him in the ribs. A crack echoed. He screamed again, weaker now.
I said it again and again. Calm. Cold.
“Release. Her.”
“F-Fine! I-I will! But release me fir—”
The mist shot into his mouth before he could finish. His head slammed back against the wall.
I didn’t blink.
He squirmed. Desperate. Powerless.
“Ghahhh—hha…!”
I said it again for the last time.
Like an absolute order.
“Release her.”
“I—I… Okay! Okay!! D-Daisy!” he croaked, coughing blood. “I release you from slavery!”
*Click*
A small metallic sound echoed as the collar snapped open. Two halves fell apart around her neck, rendered powerless.
But I never looked at it.
With a flick of my fingers, the mist coiled beneath Daisy’s cloud—quiet, precise—and whisked the collar across the room, out of her sight, out of her life.
*Clank*
That thing had touched her long enough.
No one would ever see it on her again.
I took another step forward.
Only one.
But it was enough to crush what little space remained between us.
His face was pale, trembling—skin bluish from the cold grip of my mist.
His eyes searched mine for mercy.
But he found none.
“L-Look!” he stammered, his voice brittle. “I—I released her! S-So, now you can let me go—”
*SLAP!*
My palm hit across his cheek.
The sound cracked through the room like a whip.
His head snapped sideways, mouth agape in stunned silence.
“W-Why—Why did you—”
*SLAP!*
The second hit was harder. His cheek split at the edge. Blood bloomed on his lip.
I trembled—not from weakness, but from the restraint it took to not tear him apart on the spot.
My fists clenched. My voice trembled—not with weakness, but with rage too vast for one body to contain.
“Three years…” I whispered, voice low and venom-laced.
“Three gods-damned years I trusted you.”
I took a step back, my eyes never leaving his.
I raised my hand.
The water binding him flexed at my will, hovering him towards me like a limp puppet.
“I trusted you so much, I couldn’t even believe the Earl when he told me the truth.”
Then I flicked my wrist down—
*BAM!*
He slammed back to the wall. Plaster cracked. A painting fell and shattered at his side. Blood splattered behind his head.
“Gahaaak…!”
He groaned, coughing red into the air.
“I thought you loved me,” I spat.
*BAM!*
The water hurled him down to the floor before me. It cracked beneath the impact.
“Gahkkk!!”
He shrieked, curling instinctively, limbs twitching.
“I gave you my heart for a year.”
“I tried to love you.”
“I did love you.”
“But—”
*BAM!*
He hit the wall again. The wood frame beneath the plaster cracked audibly. Dust rained from the ceiling.
“You betrayed that love.”
*BAM!*
“You used me.”
*BAM!*
“You lied to me.”
*BAM!*
“You… never loved me.”
*BAM!*
“You… despicable..!”
*BAM!*
“You made her your slave!?”
“C-Celestia—gahk!—stop—!” he gasped, voice shredded.
But I didn’t stop.
*BAM!*
“You acted like you were helping me find her… when you were keeping her like an animal under your own roof!?”
“P-Please—!”
He pleaded.
But I didn’t care.
There was still so much rage filled within me.
It was so vast that none his punishment can erase it.
*BAM!*
“I trusted you. I loved you so much. I gave you my everything. But—!”
*BAM!*
“You dared to hurt her..!?”
*BAM!*
“You dared to touch her with your filthy hands…!?”
The next impact drove him straight into the floor. A crater formed beneath him—tile shattered outward in a spiderweb of cracks.
He writhed, coughing violently—blood and bile bubbling from his lips. One leg kicked out reflexively. One arm twitched, limp, useless.
“Celes—please—I can’t—”
I stood over him.
And still—
I wasn’t finished.
“She is the person I care about the most…!”
*BAM!*
“I love her more than I loved you! More than I ever loved myself!”
My voice splintered—
And with it, so did the dam.
The tears came without warning.
Cold.
Silent.
Endless.
Not for him.
But for her.
Daisy.
For every moment I wasn’t there. For every night she cried while I clung to the hand of the man who had broken her.
Guilt twisted in my chest like a knife. Shame curled in my throat until I could barely breathe.
“But you—” I gasped through sobs, “you dared to make her cry!?”
*BAM!*
“You knew how much I hated myself for failing her—how it haunted me every gods-damned night—”
*BAM!*
“And you used that pain. You wrapped it around my throat and smiled while I choked on it.”
*BAM!*
“I trusted you… with me.”
My voice broke again. Shattered. My tears streamed freely now, even as my magic surged and obeyed.
*BAM!*
“And you used that trust… just to make yourself happy.”
*BAM!*
“I hate you…!”
*BAM!*
“I HATE YOU SO MUCH YOU BASTAARRRDDDD!!!”
*BAAAAAAMMMM!*
“Gaahhhh…!!”
The final slam drove him into the floor with enough force to shake the foundation.
The marble caved in beneath him—stone splitting like fractured bone.
A section of the wall behind him collapsed, rubble crashing to the ground.
The air was thick with frost, dust, and silence.
He didn’t move.
Not at first.
Then—a ragged cough. Wet. Shallow. His chest stuttered with broken breaths. Blood pooled beneath his body, soaking into shards of stone and melting frost.
I stood above him, breathless. Shaking.
My shoulders heaved. My vision blurred. My heart was splintered glass.
The room was a battlefield now.
And he was its center.
Not a victim.
Not a man.
Just the wreckage left behind when someone tears apart what should never be broken.
Despite my mental exhaustion, I pressed on.
I couldn’t stop.
I couldn’t forgive.
Not him.
Nor myself.
My breaths came hard and ragged.
“Ha… Ha… Ha…”
Mist rolled around me like a storm-tide, warping the air with pressure. The room was barely recognizable—walls fractured, furniture splintered, the cold stinging every breath.
And through it all—
My tears fell once more.
Soft, silent, endless.
Tears not for him, but for my heart.
My broken heart that shattered into million pieces.
“I thought…” My voice trembled. “I thought what we had was real. Something genuine.”
The words escaped me in choked fragments, more sob than sentence.
“But it was all a facade, wasn’t it? A lie you wrapped around me like silk—while you played with me.”
*BAM!*
He screamed as my magic slammed him into the shattered desk—wood cracked, splinters flying.
"You manipulated me into believing you—"
The words came out like broken glass.
"You hurt her. You hurt me.”
*BAM!*
I hurled him across the room. His body smashed through a wardrobe, crashing into a mess of shattered glass and splintered wood. He coughed—wet, broken.
I didn’t turn around.
I just looked down.
Stared at the shattered floor beneath me.
At the tears that spilled down like a waterfall.
“You were supposed to be someone I could trust…”
*BAM!*
He hit the edge of the window frame, blood splattering the frostbitten glass before crumpling to the floor with a sickening crunch.
“But all this time… you were just a monster.”
I sobbed, my vision blurring as I raised him once more.
“A snake hiding in the warmth of my arms!”
*BAM!*
His body hit the remains of the table, splinters embedding in his back. His groan was weak—barely more than a gasp now.
“You were supposed to be someone I could rely on…”
I could no longer recognize the man I had loved, only a despicable shell of deceit and cruelty.
“But you manipulated my feelings for you…”
I dragged him back into the air—limp, soaked in blood, barely conscious.
“You made me believe you were innocent…!”
*BAM!*
I slammed him into the bookcase. Shelves exploded. Dust and parchment rained around his broken frame.
I couldn’t stop crying.
“Haah… Haaah… Ha…”
Every breath scraped through my ribs. My fists wouldn’t stop shaking. My magic pulsed like a dying heartbeat. My vision swam, blurred by tears—of heartbreak, of fury, of everything.
Beyond the shattered window, the sky stretched wide and endless.
Clouds had scattered.
The moon hung high above the ruins, pale and cold—
Like an unblinking eye that had watched it all unfold.
The stars had shifted.
Midnight had passed.
The day had changed.
And with it, everything else.
The mist obeyed me, lifting his limp body before me once more.
I stared at him through wet lashes.
“Hey…” I whispered through clenched teeth.
“Do you even remember what day it is?”
He didn’t respond.
He couldn’t.
I locked my blurred gaze onto him.
I drew in a breath, trembling.
Held it.
Then let it out.
“Today…” I breathed, “…was supposed to be our anniversary.”
The very foundations of trust shattered beneath the weight of his betrayal.
“I waited for this day… I wanted to spend it with you. I was going to make you dinner… give you a gift… maybe even tell you how happy you made me.”
I could barely speak through the sobs.
“But instead—you ordered her to kill herself. That’s what you gave me.”
My tears ran hotter now—grief overtaking fury.
“I dreamed of showing you a lot of affection today… but instead—”
I raised him to the air. He didn’t scream this time. Just a ragged moan.
The air trembled with an unspoken agony, the room bearing witness to a tragedy unfolding on the canvas of our shared history.
“But instead… I’ve decided to give you something else.”
My voice dropped to a whisper. My gaze emptied.
“You love sex, don’t you? You couldn’t even stop when she was begging you to.”
I raised my hand.
Water gathered around my fingers—shivering, trembling, as if it, too, understood what I was about to do.
It coalesced into a blade—curved and silent—formed not in fury, but in sorrow.
A crescent of pale blue light shimmered in the dim, broken room. Mist danced gently around its edge, soft like a sigh, sharp like a goodbye.
And then—
I smiled.
The smile I had once given only to him.
The one I used to wear in his arms.
The one I thought would last forever.
I let it bloom on my face for the last time.
Small. Trembling.
And full of everything I had left to give.
My voice followed. Barely above a whisper.
“Then here it is…”
Not a threat. Not a curse.
But a farewell.
A whisper to the grave of what we once were.
A goodbye to the lies I once called love.
A parting gift from the woman he destroyed—
To the man I once adored.
“Happy anniversary—”
My voice was soft.
Too soft for revenge.
Too full of pain to hate.
It was the sound of a tragic love story ending in silence.
A requiem for what should have been.
The sound of a heart letting go.
And then—
I swung my hand down.
“My love.”
*SLICE!*
The blade fell in one clean stroke.
A wet, terrible sound followed—meat, sinew, bone.
His eyes widened.
His gaze descended to the ghastly sight below.
And saw what was no longer there.
Blood cascading like a macabre curtain, obscuring the remnants of his once unbridled lust.
“Ah… Ah… AAAAAAARRGGHHHHH!!!”
His scream tore through the room.
Raw. Like an animal.
A cacophony of agony that echoed in the desolate chamber.
I lowered him to the ground slowly—gently, almost—like I was putting a memory to rest.
In the aftermath, as the echoes of his suffering lingered, I stood amidst the ruins of our shared history.
The once-vivid room now bore witness to the unraveling of a love betrayed.
And my heart, heavy with the weight of vengeance and grievance.
Debris scattered across the floor like the shattered pieces of my heart.
Tears still fell.
But they were quiet now.
Empty.
The room was wreckage—ruined stone, splintered wood, blood and mist and frost.
All of it—shattered.
Just like me.
Amidst the wreckage of the shattered room, I turned my gaze toward the entrance—my face cold, unreadable, carved from stillness.
The Earl and the knights flinched in unison.
““Hiiieeeekk—!!””
One young knight gave a strangled squeal like a kicked pig and instinctively clutched his crotch with both hands, his eyes wide with horror, as if expecting his sins to be next.
Another took half a step back and bumped into the wall.
Even the Earl tensed—just a flicker—but quickly caught himself and forced a breath back into his lungs.
He straightened and gave a slow nod.
A silent exchange passed between us. There were no words, but he understood.
“Stop his bleeding,” the Earl ordered, voice low and tight. “And arrest him.”
“Y-Yessir!!”
The knights scrambled, as if afraid that even breathing too loudly would earn them the same fate.
I turned away, leaving them to clean up what remained of the man I once loved.
The mist—my silent witness—began to dissolve, curling back into nothing, taking the sadness and wrath with it.
What was left behind was silence.
Not peace.
Not healing.
Just silence.
The ceiling above me was broken—cracks webbing through the stone like veins in a dying heart.
I closed my eyes.
And with them… I closed the door.
The door to my heart.
The door to love.
To trust.
To men.
The tears had stopped.
But not because the pain had left.
Because the part of me that still dreamed of love… had dried up completely.
There would be no more anniversaries.
No flowers.
No whispered names in the dark.
That chapter was over.
The first love story of my life—
And the last.
It was over.
Ended not with warmth.
But with tragedy.
Only Daisy remained now.
And she was all my heart had room for.