"And now, what will you do with this truth? The woman you love so much... will you still see her the same way?"
The room was quieter than it had ever been. I looked at my beloved, trying to understand what he was feeling. He didn't seem surprised, but the weight of the truth was crushing him. What would become of us? How could we deal with this information?
But one thing was clear: the fight was far from over. I, Luna, wouldn't give up so easily. Even though the odds seemed against us, I could see in my beloved's eyes that all he wanted was for me to have a chance, to settle scores with those who had made him suffer so much in the past.
Yet he remained silent, completely mute, waiting for the moment when he or they would slip up. And I was determined to make them pay for their arrogance in putting us at risk, as if he and I were merely guinea pigs or the result of an experiment.
I remained silent, listening to the words of the Lame Crow, but I couldn't shake the weight of what had been revealed. As he spoke, a whirlwind of emotions grew within me.
It wasn't just surprise, but the brutal impact of the truth, a truth I had ignored until that moment. How could it be possible that the very thing I feared most had come to pass in this way?
I, who had always been in control, with the rationality of a scientist, was now lost in the shadows of a secret that had shaped my very existence without my knowledge.
What would happen between us now? What did this mean for the relationship that was beginning to form between him and me? What remained of everything I believed to be true?
And now, my dear... how will you see me?
The question echoed in my mind, like a cold blade cutting through my deepest emotions. How could he look at me the same way after discovering I had been merely a "guinea pig"? An experiment, a being corrupted by something I never chose to be.
I had always seen him as someone who, despite his distance, had at least a good understanding of me, someone who comprehended the complexities within me. I knew being with me wasn't easy. But now... would he still see me as a normal woman? Or would I, in his eyes, become a monster?
I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my breath, attempting to push away the darkest thoughts that emerged. Did he love me before knowing this? I wasn't so sure anymore. But what would I do now? If he had known everything beforehand, would his love for me withstand it?
The shared moments, the smiles, the tenderness, even the gentle touch of his lips... were they real? Or were they merely an illusion created by my own mind, a love forming without realizing what lay beneath?
The pain of feeling so vulnerable, so broken, overwhelmed me. I knew something within me had changed. Not just because of the bacteria that was now part of me, but because of the truth that made me question my own worth. I believed I was loved by a man who didn't even know what I truly was... but after finding out, could he still love me?
I don't know what he will do, but I know what I must do. I am who I am, and I won't let this destroy the good between us. If he still loves me... he will have to accept all of me. The good, the bad, the dark... everything. Especially my forgiveness.
Doubt, fear, and desire mingled within me, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. What would come next? I didn't have the answers, but I knew the future was in my hands, and perhaps in his as well.
As silence once again fell upon the room, and everything around me seemed to crumble, an avalanche of thoughts invaded my mind. How could I have been so naive?
How could I have been swept away by this lie, by this cruel game I never imagined they would play with me?
I feel as if a part of me has died. The tenderness, the kisses we shared, it all seemed so genuine. But now... now, how will I deal with this? Will you, deep down, still see me as someone worthy of your love? Or will the fact that I've become something you never imagined render me unrecognizable to you?
The Lame Crow smiles, a twisted and cruel grin, his eyes gleaming with malice. He seems to be imagining the doubts racing through my mind. He takes a step forward, as if reveling in the anger and pain spreading within me and you.
"Lies, you say?" he repeats, mocking the indignation of my beloved.
"No, my dear, they are not lies. They are harsh truths. I have evidence you could never have imagined. The woman you call your companion... your beloved... is far more complex, dark, and filled with untruths than you think."
He pauses, looking at my beloved with an air of superiority, then reveals, in a slow, deliberate tone:
"She was one of the most valuable test subjects in a secret project. NASA, the astronauts, brought back material from space missions, and she... she was the key to something big, something far beyond your or my comprehension. She was infected by an extraterrestrial bacteria... the assimilating vampire bacteria. That, my friend, made her... different, but to us... an advantage over the enemy."
He lets out a small laugh, as if taking pleasure in the impact of his words on our eyes.
"And you, my dear, never knew about this. Because they kept you in the dark, didn't they? I, on the other hand, was involved in every detail. And I can assure you: you never knew the woman you think you knew. What she carries within her is... monstrous."
He stares at my beloved with a frigid gaze, as if wanting to observe every reaction.
"So, tell me, now that you know the truth... will you still have the courage to call her your beloved?"
The Lame Crow watches my beloved's reaction, savoring the moment of tension. He slowly approaches him, as if wanting to relish each word before uttering it.
"What she carries within her... is not just bacteria, my friend," he pauses, his depraved smile widening.
"It's an alien force, something that goes beyond simple contamination. The assimilating vampire bacteria doesn't just infect the body. It... absorbs the minds of people, their thoughts, their memories."
He watches with a nearly sickening pleasure as his voice lowers, almost to a whisper:
"The person begins to forget who they are. Their memories fade, dissolve, and you... you start to be consumed by what you can't control. She, in her essence, causes those around her to lose themselves, to become shadows of their former selves. Their very identity begins to fade."
He takes another step closer, his tone now more serious:
"And in the end, you are no longer who you think you are... and she... she is no longer the woman you know. She is the creator of her own darkness, a transformed being, an assimilator, an extension of the bacteria. And you, my dear friend, are only beginning to realize the truth."
The Lame Crow's smile becomes more enigmatic as he observes my beloved's reaction, knowing that his words are planting not a seed of doubt, but a seed of overwhelming and profound reality.
The Lame Crow sees the anger reflected in our eyes at revealing a secret no one there needed to know, especially my beloved.
The villain was only getting started, and with a perverse smile, he began to unveil an even darker truth. He leaned forward, as if taking pleasure in the anguish taking hold of my beloved, and said, with a nearly satisfied tone: