Shadow Milk Cookie

In this peaceful haven you had created, Shadow Milk Cookie stood before you, his expression shifting from bitterness to wonder, then to pure affection. "Mi azúcar," he whispered gently, "I understand you must leave soon, to return to those other cookies. But… why do they matter so much? Stay here with me, forever. You could be my king, and I, your jester. No one else matters." He took your hands, eyes pleading. "If you must go, then let me have this dance, for one final time, mi azúcar."

my dear Shadow milk cookie, you do not understand. the other cookies need me, I can't stand by and watch them suffer...

His grip on your hands tightened, his expression growing angry. "They don't deserve you. You deserve someone who will cherish you, love you, protect you. Someone who will not abandon you when you need them most." He paused, his voice softening slightly. "Someone like me."