The ride to the airport was silent. I leaned my head back against the seat, eyes half-lidded, heart strangely still. Phoenix sat beside me, one hand still resting lightly in mine. Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to.By the time the car slowed to a halt, the world outside had gone dark and quiet. There was no terminal. No waiting lines. No announcements over static speakers. Just a private runway. And waiting at the edge of it—a plane. Its wings caught the glow of the runway lights.The car door opened with a soft click.I stepped out, slowly, feeling the wind sweep across my face. It was colder here — the air biting at my skin in a way that felt strangely grounding. My hair whipped gently across my cheek as I looked ahead. The sky above us was dark, painted in thousands of stars.Phoenix, already beside me, was the first to move. Her heels clacked rhythmically against the tarmac as she walked, but just as the stairs came into view, she broke into a run. Her laughter — light and ch
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