Breaking The Spotlight
All that was left was a hollowed-out room, no shadow, no threat, just a shell.
Luna didn’t realize her hand was trembling until she reached into her coat pocket. The feather lay there, thin, white, iridescent. She’d found it backstage on the night everything fell apart. For some reason, she had kept it. Maybe because she needed to believe that even in chaos, something delicate survives.
She stepped forward, placed the feather on Vega’s empty desk, and whispered, not for him, but for herself, “Closure.” It wasn’t forgiveness or pity, just an ending.
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