“Work, please… just once more.” Her hands trembled, clutching the crystal until it bruised her palms. Aether hummed around her, a fragile glimmer of hope in the night. But what she called for never answered. She had left a part of herself in Ultima Thule, a shadow too heavy for any light to banish. I knew she did not love me as she had loved the one she lost there. The I love yous whispered too late, the apologies she had never dared to offer, the promises left hanging between two silences… She would never love me as she loved him. So I remained, silent, a mute witness to her prayers and her despair. But without him, she would not have become the woman I loved, with her wounds, her silences, and her prayers. It is her — and her alone — that I will go on loving.
#Erenweek Day 6 - Unspoken Words ☄️
(End of Endwalker) She begged the crystal for a ghost that would never return. I stood there, silent. She never spoke of it… she never would.
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