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Aurora’s POV:
Sometimes, when it's quiet, I hear their laugh.
And other times, a scream.
Both sounds crackle in my chest like empty stars.
The world will no longer remember them.
Not the way they deserved. Not the way I would have wished.
But I... I remember. Everything.
They were not good. Not always.
But they were mine.
And sometimes, when I look at the night sky, it feels to me that they are still out there somewhere.
This is a story that must no longer be told aloud.
But maybe, if you are quiet, if you listen, you will hear it in the whisper of the wind. In the rising smoke.
In that strange feeling that something ended long before you even understood it. And maybe you will understand why you never forget certain people.
Even when you should.