There was a strange comfort in the sight, a flicker of something I hadn’t felt in so long.
Hope, perhaps.
Or maybe it was fear—fear of what this meant for us, for Ethan.
Could this fragile moment withstand the pressures of reality?
Would it shatter if I stepped in?
As the final notes of the music faded, I lingered in the shadows, unsure of my next move.
The decision weighed heavily on me.
For now, I chose silence, letting the moment linger a little longer.
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