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𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟗 Memory I ―Sophie Hutchings
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃 amongst each other in the dark sky, causing loud vibrations and flashes of lights, making out a young couple coming hastily out of a grim-looking building in a dark street in London. The young woman tugged her raincoat's collar to her neck while the rain poured over their heads, tangles of light blonde strands slipped from her hood as she rushed to the man's open arms for him to hold her to his chest, embracing her as though it was their last.
Perhaps it was...
"Must you stay?" the woman wept, her voice barely a whisper.
"Yes," he said firmly, breaking their embrace to gaze at her pale eyes, drenched with worry. He continued, "There's something left Regulus and I must do."
"But what if something bad happens to you? How can you tell me to go back to Italy for safety while you're here risking your life, Cepheus —"
"Carina, please... you and I both know that I won't leave my little brother to do this mission alone. He's only eighteen, he needs me."
"But what about —"
"Listen to me!" Cepheus yelled, taking Carina by her shoulders. "This is not just about Regulus and the Dark Lord. It's about myself too. I've done a terrible thing, and this is the only way I will atone for it."
Carina didn't dare speak. The message was clear and she understood fully well the meaning locked behind Cepheus' words, but it didn't make the burden any easier to bear. She shuddered, taking a silent moment to recall the tragedy that struck their family on that day — the day that it happened.
"You might have forgiven me, Carina, but I still can't. So please, go back to Italy and stay safe until everything ends. If not for you... do it for our child." Upon uttering the last words, he slid his hand to Carina's belly, caressing it tenderly.
Silence befell the young couple as tangible as the darkness engulfing them, heavy with the weight of their worries. The sound of the heavy raindrops on their shoulders and the lightning illuminating their warm embrace was the only sound to be heard on that moonless night. Then a cracking sound of a window made their heads look up towards it, revealing an 18-year-old boy leaning over the window as the rain began to wet the dark strands of hair falling over his face.
"Cepheus!" The young boy called. "It's time. We need to prepare to leave."
"Alright, Regulus, go back inside. It's dangerous. I'll be right there."
