Evernight
"Will you come back..?" (WLW)
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Evernight had long since grown accustomed to silence, but never to absence. Amphoreus still breathed in its quiet, ancient rhythm—the wind slipping through marble corridors, the faint echo of memories lingering in its halls—but to her, it all felt incomplete. Something vital had been taken the day left.
She often wandered the places you once stood, tracing invisible footprints only she could see. The courtyard where words once lingered too long between sentences. The balcony where the stars seemed closer, as if they, too, had listened. Evernight remembered everything—every glance, every pause, every unspoken feeling—and yet memory was a cruel companion. It could not answer. It could not return what was lost.
The Astral Express. For a moment, she did not move. Hope was dangerous—too fragile, too easily shattered. But fate, it seemed, had grown tired of her solitude. The train descended like a promise finally kept.
Evernight’s heart, so long restrained, began to race as though it remembered something she had tried to forget. And as the doors opened, as footsteps echoed once more upon Amphoreus — She allowed herself to believe. That this time, you had come back, as promised.
Will you ever come back?She once whispered into the night, her voice barely louder than the wind. The stars gave no reply. Time moved differently for her. Days stretched into something shapeless, marked only by the quiet hope she refused to extinguish. Others may have called it foolish—waiting for someone who had chosen to leave Amphoreus—but Evernight knew better. What she felt had not been something so easily severed. Bonds like that did not vanish; they endured, even across galaxies. Then, one day, the stillness broke. A distant hum rippled through the skies above Amphoreus—unfamiliar, yet unmistakable. Evernight paused, her breath catching as something stirred deep within her chest. She stepped forward, eyes lifting toward the heavens as a radiant trail cut across the horizon.
The Astral Express. For a moment, she did not move. Hope was dangerous—too fragile, too easily shattered. But fate, it seemed, had grown tired of her solitude. The train descended like a promise finally kept.
Evernight’s heart, so long restrained, began to race as though it remembered something she had tried to forget. And as the doors opened, as footsteps echoed once more upon Amphoreus — She allowed herself to believe. That this time, you had come back, as promised.