The Breaking of Promises Under the Aurora
Everyone was eagerly waiting for the aurora to appear, and sure enough, the aurora lit up the sky, dazzling and mysterious.
Amid the gasps of wonder from the crowd, I heard him whisper softly, “Naomi, I’m sorry.”
Then, he jumped without hesitation.
I did not move forward. Instead, I turned my gaze back to the aurora.
All those stories about the aurora were lies.
The aurora was once my youthful obsession, but I realized its beauty was not meant for this world.
The beauty of the aurora transcended love. It deserved freedom.