one hundred and sixteen

Willow's POV

I could feel the weight of sadness and determination in the air as I sat in the dimly lit room, completely absorbed in my spellwork. This spell had become my refuge, a way to distract myself from the pain of Dante's betrayal.

As I carefully arranged the ingredients on the table, memories of our journey together flooded my mind. It felt like a lifetime ago when I had saved him from those witches, our paths intertwining in a twist of fate. Despite our differences, our love blossomed, transcending the boundaries of our supernatural identities.

But now, everything has changed. Dante had cast me aside, choosing another woman over me. The pain was still fresh, and raw, and it seemed impossible to escape the thoughts of him that consumed my mind. I couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong, how our once unbreakable bond had shattered so suddenly.

The room seemed to echo with my silent questions, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. I tried to focus