The promise hung behind us like a shadow with weight.
Not a vow shouted to the sky —a quiet one whispered between two people who had no right to hope,and therefore needed to.
We left the café.The Witness watched but did not follow.His role was not to walk with us.Only to record.
The street opened again — wide, uncertain, like the world stretched the path ahead to see what I would do with it.
The girl inhaled softly.
"I feel… lighter."
"Because you're not ending today."
She smiled — small, cautious, real.
"That means I need to live in a way that justifies that."
"You already do."
She shook her head.
"You justified me. I need to justify myself."
Her words weren't self-doubt —they were growth.
A dangerous, beautiful thing.
And the world felt it.
The ash in the air slowed.
Then brightened —each particle glimmering for a moment like burnt memories catching light.
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