The world did not end with a bang, but with a calendar. For Vienna, time was no longer a river, but a tightening noose, measured in the cold, clinical precision of days remaining.
She watched Talon from the back of the classroom - not with longing, but with the detached curiosity of a ghost observing the living. He was loud, vibrant, and cruelly alive, a stark contrast to the hollow silence settling in her marrow.
[Based on an inspiration of the lyrics from the song "500 Miles" by Peter, Paul and Mary]
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