MY STEPFATHER’S SON IS MY FATED ENEMY
“But systems don’t grieve. People do.”
Heads nodded.
“We’re afraid,” Mara said quietly, finding her voice, “because commitment means memory. And memory means pain if things end.”
Lily felt the truth of that press against her chest.
She stood, not because she was needed, but because the moment invited her.
“We’ve confused permanence with safety,” Lily said softly. “They aren’t the same.”
Eyes turned toward her, not expectant, not reverent.
Listening.
“Nothing that lives is permanent,” Lily continued. “Not homes. Not bonds. Not even this place. What makes them worth choosing isn’t that they’ll last forever, it’s that they shape us while they’re here.”
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