Alpha's Last Chance
Her words were soft, almost swallowed by the din of the diner, but they carried the weight of an unspoken ache.
Her hand moved instinctively to her jacket pocket, pulling out the cool metal band nestled within. The mental link ring glinted faintly in the diner’s overhead lights. She turned it over in her fingers, tracing its intricate design, the etchings worn smooth by time and use.
“I miss you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The ring seemed to pulse with an almost imperceptible warmth, as if it were alive, waiting.
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