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We travel until the maps stop making sense.
Until the forests thin and the roads widen into lines of asphalt hotter than the sun.
Until even the language on the signs changes, sharp-edged letters spelling out names I’ve never seen, names Nova reads off with a grin like she’s been here before in dreams.
By the time we reach the city, it’s already dark.
But the lights don’t care.
They burn brighter than our fire ever did, scattered across the skyline like someone spilled stars across the ground and called it home.
The first thing that hits me is the noise — cars roaring, voices calling, music spilling out of windows like the whole place can’t sleep.
The second thing is the billboards.
Vampires with perfect hair and plastic fangs selling perfume. Daywalkers as comic-book heroes on movie posters.
Our lives turned into Halloween decorations.
“They think we’re a story,” Nova murmurs beside me, staring up at a bus plastered with a fake vampire king holding a sword made of CGI fire.
I almost laugh.
After everything — the dungeons, the bond, the firestorms in the woods — this is where we end up. A city where we’re nothing but a plot twist on a Netflix show.
“Perfect, isn’t it?” she says softly.
I glance at her, the streetlights painting gold across her hair, the wind off the Pacific curling faint at my heels.
“Perfect,” I agree.
We rent a room above a diner that smells like coffee and frying bacon.
No one asks for our names.
No one looks twice at the pale boy with the red-streaked hair or the girl who keeps the curtains drawn tight after sunset.
Here, we’re just another couple running from nothing anyone can see.
Later, we sit on the fire escape watching the endless traffic below.
Nova leans against my shoulder, warm and steady, while the city hums around us like it’s never heard of vampires or daywalkers or the bond that ties us so close the air itself can’t separate us.
“This could work,” she says finally.
I squeeze her hand, watching the lights blur into gold and red and white below. “It has to.”
Somewhere behind us, far beyond the hills and the deserts and the forests, the academies will keep searching for answers that don’t matter anymore.
Because the world has moved on.
And so have we.