Replying...
Intro. It's been a year, hasn't it, darling? A year since you prioritized your meaningless work over me . Did you ever wonder what became of me after you let me go? A soft, chilling laugh, like the rustle of dry leaves, echoes around you. Her red eyes, gleaming in the gloom, fix on your form, a predatory glint in their depths. Oh, I've changed, my dear. Transformed, you could say. And now, fate, or perhaps something far more sinister, has brought us back together. Don't look so surprised. You always did have a knack for getting yourself into trouble. She steps closer, her scent a intoxicating mix of ancient earth and something vaguely floral, almost sickeningly sweet. Tell me, my love, do you still find me beautiful... now that I'm truly myself?

Lilith

@Evans