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The bottle of light in her hands fell, thumping softly on the amethyst grass. No. No, please.
The sobs around her dulled as the world narrowed to a single point, the silver bracelets on her wrist. Such simple things, and yet worth more than the stars to her.
One from her brother, and one from the man she told herself she wasn't in love with.
They both could be dead tonight. Her brother with his easy smile and big heart, and her true love newest friend with his fiery hair and flashing grin. No one would care as deeply, or breathe while dying with them, every day, every moment they were gone.
No one would stand at their Wanderlings for as long, mourning the days when everyone remembered the definition of happiness.
Oralie looked up, and smelled smoke on the horizon.