Xavier didn't leave Londwick. Instead, he rented an apartment near the academy. Every morning, he would bring me a cup of hot chocolate with no sugar added.The first day, I had the security guard throw it away.The second day, I returned it untouched.Later on, he stopped writing his name on it and just left the cup at the entrance.I still didn't drink it.…When winter arrived, the academy held its annual exhibition. I had reassembled the piece that had broken into three parts, preserving every crack.Embedded in the center of the piece was Dad's pocket watch, its hands forever frozen still.I named my work "Departure".When the judges asked me why I hadn't hidden the cracks, I gently traced the sharp edges where the piece had broken and explained, "Because some things, once shattered, can never go back to the way they were. Forcefully covering up the damage doesn't mean it never happened.""Departure" won that year's highest award.On the day of the award ceremony, Xavie
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