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We walked in silence, the cold biting at our ankles, but neither of us cared enough to turn back. The moon overhead cast long silver shadows across the fields, and for once, they didn't look ominous. Just still. Just present.
The snow wasn't deep—soft enough to feel like walking across powdered sugar. I tried not to think about how ridiculous we looked, barefoot in the middle of winter like some romantic tragedy. But Lyander's fingers around mine made it feel more like a ceremony than a mistake.
"Tell me something real," I said quietly.
He was quiet for a beat. "I once wrote a song I never played for anyone."
I blinked up at him. "You write music?"
He smiled crookedly, like he'd been caught doing something childlike. "Used to. Badly. Emo piano trash. You would've hated it."
I laughed. "Now I want to hear it more than anything."
