𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆

the quiet of her name🧸

At the edge of the forest, behind the Iron Lion base. Early morning.

It was quiet here.

Always was.

The wind moved gently through the trees, soft enough to not disturb the wildflowers that had grown around the small, handmade grave. The name Primrose Everly Miller was etched into the stone by Bea's own hand, not perfectly carved, but carefully. Lovingly.

Bea stood alone.

But for the first time in years... she didn't feel like she was carrying the moment. She was simply in it.

She held a single flower, a pale purple bloom and bent down to place it beside the others. The soil had been undisturbed. Tended. She'd kept her promise. Every day for three years.

But today... something had changed.

Bea exhaled slowly, kneeling. Her fingers brushed the stone as if touching her sister's name made it more real.

"Hey, Prim."

Her voice didn't crack this time. It was soft. Clear.

"I had a dream about you. You were still tiny, in my arms. Like nothing had ever changed."

She smiled faintly.

"You know... I used to think keeping you alive meant I had to suffer too. That if I smiled, or laughed, or let anyone get close, it meant I was forgetting you."

Her hands curled slightly in the grass.

"But I see it differently now. You were light, Prim. Not weight. Not punishment. Just light."

A breeze brushed past her cheek like a hand, like warmth.

Bea looked up at the trees, the sunlight slipping through the leaves in ribbons.

"I met someone. Nico. He stayed. Even when I didn't want anyone to."

She chuckled once. "You would've liked him. He's annoying. He worries too much. But... he makes me remember what it's like to breathe."

She paused, tracing the petals of a nearby flower. "I still miss you. I always will. But... I'm starting to think that maybe missing you doesn't mean I have to hurt all the time."

The breeze picked up again. The wind tugged at her hair. She closed her eyes and let it pass through her.

Then slowly, she stood. "You were my beginning, Prim. And I'll carry you into every part of whatever comes next."

Bea leaned down one more time and kissed the corner of the stone.

"I love you. Always."

And this time, when she walked back toward the base...

She didn't look back.

Because she didn't need to.

Prim was already with her.