It is said that humans are the most dangerous and selfish beings to ever exist, It can't be more true, wouldn't you say? But even the most dangerous and selfish person has a heart — they do feel all kind of emotions. Even if they refuse to acknowledge it, to themselves or the world, deep within there lies a fragile part of them.
But what if the one who they cared the most... vanished?
What if the only light in their shadowed world faded away, leaving behind silence where laughter once echoed, emptiness where warmth once lived?
You see, beneath all the armor — the pride, the fear, the cold defiance — there is a soul that breaks just like any other. A soul that remembers every small moment: the way their eyes lit up, the sound of their voice in the quiet, the comfort of simply knowing they were near.
And in that loss, even the cruelest heart learns something beautiful — that love, no matter how briefly held or quietly hidden, leaves an imprint deeper than any wound. It lingers in the quiet nights, in the still pauses between thoughts, in the ache behind the cold structure they displayed.
Because in the end, no matter how dangerous or selfish a person may be, love humbles them. It softens the sharpest edges. It reminds them… they were human all along.