Antony

While Ophelia stubbornly suffered in her loyal yet pain-heavy silence, he, Antony, the previous cursed lover of Cleopatra, was too far gone in his own past tragedies to care. She was a past time for him. She would do anything for him and he knew that, yet he still exploited her for his own narcissistic entertainment.
Sometimes, he would prove her impression of him false, but many a times he had proved it all too accurate. Could this harlot be trusted with the heart of the broken and powerless? Certainly not. So how could she persist like this when she knew he was no good for her...

She tried reaching out to him. She tried to bring out the innocence she most despondently tried to connect with, but of course the pernicious thorn kept blocking her out.
Ophelia tried and tried but if he kept pushing her away she would no longer try and he would drift away like an ethereal cloud in a water-lillied sky. He didn't need her. He'd never need her. But she needed him, desperately. Her hope lay in this one Angel of Darkness' hands and he would  undoubtedly crush it. Her eternal radiance of  innocence and naivete would be extinguished and her hope in humanity's kindness extirpated.