The next day arrived with heavy clouds, gray and oppressive. Aarav hesitated at the foot of the bridge. His heart ached, knowing the decision he must make.
Riya appeared, cheerful as always, oblivious to the storm in his soul. "Aarav! You're late!"
He forced a smile. "I… I need some time, Riya. For both our sakes."
Her smile faltered. "Time? But why?"
"I can't explain everything yet," he said softly. "I just… need to figure out how to keep you safe. I'll come back to you. I promise."
Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she nodded. "I'll wait," she whispered.
He turned away, walking slowly, each step heavier than the last. Behind him, the bridge seemed endless, a symbol of the gap now growing between them.
Alone, Aarav felt the crushing weight of love and fate intertwined. The first sacrifice was complete—he had chosen to let her go, at least for now.