The half-goddess held the boy close to her as if he were her own son. He wasn't, of course, but she felt some connection to him deep in her soul that made it hard to let him go.
His eyes were closed and she knew he would not remember this.
But she needed to say it.
"There are people in this world who care a great deal about you," she murmured, setting him down gently, gently.
He stirred but his eyes didn't open.
She placed her hand on the mark on his forehead, the one setting him apart.
And she made a promise.
With a tug in his heart, she left him there, seemingly asleep on the cold cold ground.
"I'm sorry," she said, and then she was gone, right as his eyes opened, shining the brightest blue in the gloom.
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Born of starlight and shadows
FantasyStella hasn't ever exactly been "normal." Not by a long shot. But-mental problems and friend problems aside-there's something else. One really specific thing that's been gnawing on her insides for so long, convincing her that she's alone. Definitely...
