My Mate, Please Let Me Go
I reached out to wrap my arm around her, to pull her in for a hug—when the sound of music nearby caught both our attention.
“Is that music?” I muttered as she pulled away, my eyes darting around for the source, spotting a crowd forming nearby.
“It’s the Midnight Flame Dance,” she replied quietly. “It’s a special part of the festival. Like a tradition—for bonding, or healing, or something like that.”
Her voice held softness, a kind of wonder, as she watched the glowing lanterns being lifted into the sky, their orange light casting a warm hue across the crowd. People began pairing up as the music slowly rose with a low, emotional rhythm that somehow matched the flickering flames.
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