Rosie's Bloom
My soul aches with love so big it feels divine already.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“For staying.”
He smiles soft, real, unguarded.
“I’d follow you into heaven, hell, or whatever this is.”
Clara snorts, a spark dancing between us.
“This is worse,” she mutters. “It’s a group project.”
I burst into bright, ringing laughter
and then
The vortex pulls us in.
Moonfire.
Stormlight.
Gold.
All three exploding into a blinding, all-consuming brilliance.
This is the end of Aria.
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