The long-awaited moment had finally arrived. The last part of our story was published.
My heart thudded as I stared at the screen. For a while, I couldn't even bring myself to click on it. My fingers hovered above the mouse, trembling slightly.
"Please," I whispered, as though the author could somehow hear me through the glowing pixels. "Please, even if he doesn't get what he desires… at least, let him have a good life, authy."
I opened the chapter with a quiet prayer.
Each line I read made my chest tighten. My breath hitched, and a strange mix of anxiety and curiosity swirled within me. I wanted to know how it ended, yet a part of me dreaded turning the next page.
And then—I reached it.
The final scene.
My vision blurred before I realized I was crying. The words on the screen twisted through my tears, but the meaning was painfully clear.
He was gone.
Eron Chris—my favorite character—was dead.
I bit my lip hard, refusing to believe it. Why? Why did he have to die? Just because he was the villain, did that mean he wasn't allowed to live?
From the very beginning, life had been cruel to him. Not once did fate show him mercy.
There was never a moment in the story when he truly knew what love felt like. He spent his entire life chasing something simple—someone who could love him sincerely—and in the end, he lost everything because of that very desire.
His story was tragic from the start. Perhaps I should have expected it, but hope is a stubborn thing. I kept believing that somehow, at the very end, he would find peace. That he would smile, maybe just once, for himself.
But all of that turned out to be nothing more than my wishful thinking.
Born from a loveless, political marriage, Eron never had a chance to know warmth. His mother resented him—saw him as the mistake that ruined her life—while his father ignored him entirely, unwilling to take responsibility for a family he never wanted.
Every day of Eron's childhood was painted in silence and blame. He learned early how to hide pain behind a calm smile, how to speak softly even when no one cared to listen. Perhaps, not even once in his life, did he show his true self to anyone. He kept trying to fit in, unaware that there was never really a place for him to begin with.
Then, into his colorless world, came Aiden, the Omega—the story's dazzling male lead.
To Eron, Aiden was like a butterfly, radiant and untouchable. And just like a child enchanted by its wings, he followed that beauty wherever it led… never realizing that it would only lead him to heartbreak.
Because Aiden already had someone he loved—his Alpha.
Eron's feelings never even had the chance to bloom. The ways he tried to express them were misunderstood, twisted, and hated instead.
And now, at the very end, he sacrificed himself—foolishly, selflessly—for the happiness of the one he loved. The protagonists got their happy ending, and he…
He was gone.
Thinking of it, the pain became unbearable. I cried until sleep finally pulled me under, the ache still clinging to my chest.
But when I opened my eyes again—what awaited me was something I never could have imagined.
I had woken up… in the ABO world, where my favorite character—Eron Chris—was still alive.