one hundred and seventeen

Vincent's POV

I stood before Ruth and Michael, my heart heavy with the weight of my trial. Their love shone like a beacon, a reminder of what I'd lost.

As they broke apart from their kiss, Michael's gaze drifted to mine. A mix of emotions swirled within his eyes – empathy, understanding, and a hint of wariness.

"Vincent," he said, his voice measured.

I met his gaze, a world of pain and resolve within mine. "I've come to realize," I began, "Ruth deserves happiness."

Michael's expression softened. "With me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, a pang of longing echoing through my chest. "I'll complete my trial," I vowed. "Not for Ruth's love, but for redemption."

Michael's eyes narrowed. "Redemption from what?"

I hesitated, the darkness within me stirring. "From the shadows I've carried."

Ruth's voice broke the silence, her concern etched on her face. "Vincent, what will you face in your trial?"

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "The shadows within," I replied, my