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Ruina's eyes lifted to the platform, where the necklace rested beneath a single glass case. The thought for being separated from it for a decade made her blood boil.
It shimmered like a relic from a forgotten age-bones bleached and gold-wrapped, twisted into a shape that made her skin crawl and her heart race all at once.
Ruina reached the final step when a voice-not a real one, but something older-brushed against the edge of her mind:
"You've returned."
She froze.
The air thickened, like spoiled cream. The chandeliers above flickered. Her reflection in the glass casing shimmered... but it didn't move with her.
It smiled.
Ruina stared at her reflection-at the smile that wasn't hers.
She snarled, "No, no, no, I can't-".
Her words got caught in her throat as the room vanished around her. The chandelier light dissolved into stars. The polished floor turned to grass soaked in dew and moonlight. She was barefoot, breathless, seventeen again.
Athea stood before her, wild as ever. Her hair was a tangle of midnight waves, her eyes glowing with laughter and rebellion.
"You're going to get us killed," Ruina whispered, half laughing, half terrified.
Athea only grinned and held up the necklace. The same one that now sat caged behind glass-except back then, it hung warm between her fingers, pulsing with a faint gold light.
"I'd die a hundred times," Athea said, her fingers unsteady as she brushed Ruina's hair aside, like she needed to feel it one last time. "If it meant we got just one night like this".
The necklace slipped over Ruina's neck, cold metal against skin gone too warm with yearning.
Her voice cracked halfway through, but she didn't look away. She couldn't. Her eyes were glowing that deep, haunted purple-like the sky before a storm. Ruina remembered how cold the bone had felt against her skin. How it hummed when Athea kissed her, slow and certain, like she was claiming something....Like she knew it would end too soon.
And it did.