Alpha Caden's POVObserving Aurora, I witness the aftermath of a day steeped in tears, her delicate fingers delicately wiping away the remnants of a torrential emotional storm. Her eyes, swollen from the weight of persistent weeping, tell a story of anguish and heartache and heartbreak. Of course it was caused by me. As I witness her pain, an unexpected twinge of guilt flits through my consciousness. Is it a flicker of remorse for the emotional turmoil I have knowingly inflicted? I dismiss the notion almost immediately; after all, why should I feel guilt for someone I am going to discard, a temporary presence in the grand scheme of my plans?A rationalization surfaces within me, a mental reminder that this is merely a transaction, a calculated arrangement with a predetermined expiration date. I had been transparent with Aurora, conveying the purely selfish nature of our connection and my eventual intention to let her go. The truth, unclouded by deception, hangs in the air.Yet, as I
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