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"Do you ever wonder if the stars remember us when we're gone?" I asked softly, my gaze fixed on the sky, where silver constellations shimmered like quiet memories.
"No," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "But I hope they remember how you spoke just now. It sounded like light."
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Each night, Ominis Gaunt escapes to the Astronomy Tower, whispering his thoughts to the stars in hopes they'll offer something back. When Y/N begins joining him, an unspoken bond forms-quiet, gentle, and full of aching possibility. Under skies dusted with silver, they share secrets, silences, and stolen moments. But as their feelings deepen, so does their fear: that naming what they have might shatter the fragile magic of it all.