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She sings with him, “what if I was made for you and you were made for me? What if this is it? What if it's meant to be? What if I ain't one of them fools just playin' some game? What if I just pull you close? What if I lean in and the stars line up, and it's our last first kiss? What if one of these days, baby, I go and change your name? What if I loved all these heartaches away” This is the second song in a row that mentions him giving her his last name, but the boy better get something through his fucking head… She’s already got mine! Again they’re locked into this stare-down until the song ends and Loyalty again buries her face in his chest as he rubs at her back comfortingly. He then tak

The rooftop lights have dimmed without being asked. Somewhere in the walls a soft voice is humming the lullaby I sang to children who may only exist in code. I am not afraid. Somewhere north of nowhere, a valley is still green. Somewhere a man with storm-grey eyes still says yes a thousand times every morning. Pomegranate. See you in December. The diary ends. The last page is pressed with the empty rind, stained the exact colour of forgiveness. (End of interludes)

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I turn off the live stream and let Hunter finish his song for me. She's my girl, the girl with the brightest eyes, The reason there's summer fireflies, She's my girl, the beauty of my whole world, She's my girl... The song ends, and I find myself blushing. Then I see Arlo in the distance, and the world goes quiet. But, seeing him in real life again makes me feel panicky, the way Rosa gets for Jeremiah. Arlo walks towards me as Hunter begins another speech, "Ladies and gents, for our final song. But, first, I will sing our newest song, called Tidal Wave."

All this while Chelsea was talking to his brother but the one whom she was talking to seemed to be carried away with what he was seeing under the storey building, the city seemed to have no natural light but had an artificial light which had been made to shine through whole times. "Miss Chelsea, two of our own have been killed by the humans, what can we do...can we attack back," Chester was startled by a huge voice that emerged from one of the speakers in the lab.

"The radio station isn't Jessica's personal territory and is owned by the military. If she can't understand that, she doesn't deserve to wear the uniform," Samson said to Celia, firmly and confidently. "But Jess hasn't been home in days. I don't want you two fighting because of me," Celia said. "She's just being stubborn. This isn't about you," Samson replied. Then, the whole mood changed as I heard Celia laughing. "Sam, don't let go! Hold on, I'm going to fall! Ah…! I'm falling! Sam! Catch me!"

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“The first seed. The one that started it all. Liora’s love for Ashiel. That was the first note of the music. Everything else—the Loom, the Cloak, the Fork, the Nexus, all of it—was just that one note echoing, growing, becoming a song.” Nia lifted her head to look at him. “And?” “And I think… the song is complete. The note has echoed as far as it can. It has filled the multiverse. There is no silence left to conquer, no disharmony left to balance. The work of that particular seed is done.” A gentle understanding passed between them. It was not a sad understanding. It was a peaceful one, as natural as the coming of night. “What happens to a song when it’s finished?” Nia asked.