The cafe door swung shut with a finality that echoed the end of an era. Seth's voice, laced with a cold detachment, cut through the silence. "I'm sorry Zeya, Ama is someone who enjoys toying with people's emotions, like a game." He turned, his gaze shifting to me, and the apology that followed felt like a betrayal. "I'm sorry. I should have seen it sooner. You became another pawn in her twisted game." The weight of his words settled heavily as they painted her as a manipulator, a heartless player. He didn't wait for a response, and left, followed by the others, each departure a fresh stab of guilt. "It's your decision to forgive her or not," they'd all mumbled, their apologies hollow in the face of the devastation.