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He slapped Luke across the back of the head. "You really are hopeless." Luke rubbed his head. "You people enjoy hitting me far too much." While everyone wandered around the laboratory, Kyra suddenly noticed an enormous crystal device resting upon a silver pedestal. It resembled a mirror, yet its surface shimmered like water. Luke's eyes widened. "Isn't that..." "The Memory Mirror?" Bright had once explained its abilities. A relic capable of revealing the past. Luke immediately pointed at it. "I vote we watch Father's past." Kyra folded her arms.

my queen, please can I make a request? "Of course, you can," the queen replied. Amy breathed in before asking, "can we come back? I miss everyone back home and I'm very tired of being in a foreign country. I really want to come back." Amy's words surprised the queen since she was under the impression that Amy was having the time of her life with Bastian. However, she said, "Okay, I'll ask Bastian to get ready and make the arrangements so you both can start coming back tomorrow.

"My car is not a clunker, thank you. It's a classic." The short woman laughed. "Classic? That's what they call something that's old and worn out, right? Something that has a musty odor? I bet the music you listened to as a child is a classic, as well, being played on one of those oldie stations with a DJ born while 8-tracks were popular. Who the hell are you again and why are you even here?"

From the folder, I pulled out a sheet of paper. “Your Honor, I have a record of the chat history between Taylor and Ivy when he was cheating on me. The date is March 8, my third day in the hospital after a miscarriage.” I read out, “Ivy: I miss you. Can you drop by today? “Taylor: I can’t. I need to see the old lady in the hospital. I can’t stand her whining. “Ivy: Come back quick. I bought some new lingerie. “Taylor: Sure thing. I’ll sneak out once she’s asleep. Oh, what do you fancy for breakfast? I’ll pick it up on the way.”

Neither of us spoke. The music carried memories with every note. Our wedding. Our first apartment. Sunday mornings. Shared dreams. Baby names. Laughter. Promises. I closed my eyes. If I held on tightly enough... Maybe I could stay in those memories forever. The song ended too quickly. Our hands slowly separated. Reality returned. Just like always. --- We resumed walking until we reached the old bridge overlooking the river. The city lights reflected on the water below. Beautiful and peaceful. I leaned against the railing.

After three long years of being shoved to the margins in Aronespire, stepping back into a home where I was cherished was overwhelming. Hot tears spilled uncontrollably down my face.

Whatever it may have been, Sarah still couldn't understand why she still thought her father was much better at caring for them than her mother. A long sigh escaped her lips as she walked along the road to her destination, the furniture store had given quite the amount for her grandma's vintage sofas that had been waiting to meet their death. Sarah skipped on her toes happily watching the sky slowly become a dark shade of amber just as she had liked, there was content in her heart after all she had gone through, this moment right here was her happiness.