57 parts Ongoing Even before she could name it, Achlys Navier lived with a kind of loneliness that felt older than she was. Her life was shaped by absence, of warmth, of answers, of a father who was rarely home. Some things, she learned too early. Others, she never dared to say out loud.
Achlys' life was dark, cold, and empty. Like the night sky. Eirlys was everything she wasn't, warmth in the cold, clarity in the dark. The stars that gave the sky its shape. The moon that made its silence feel less lonely.
Achlys and Eirlys have been together since they were kids, knowing no one else the way they knew each other. In a world that often felt unsure, they became each other's home. For Achlys, Eirlys meant everything. She was the light in the dark, the only thing that ever felt safe. She was the stars and the moon in her night sky. Without her, there would be no sky at all.
But when something means too much, fear follows.
The fear of change.
Of distance.
Of being left behind.
She became too much. The love, too heavy. She held on, thinking it would make her stay, but never saw how she began to feel like a cage. Sometimes, the harder you try to keep someone, the further they drift.
But when someone becomes your everything, how do you learn to let them drift without asking them to remain in the night sky?
