Sharon’s longing drew her closer, up on her toes, whispering desires into his ear.

Yet he gently set boundaries with a nudge.

His voice was a chilled breeze.

“Find your own way home.

The evening’s shadows did not beckon him back to the party.

Coat in hand, he was set to depart when Sharon’s voice quivered through the air.

“Am I invisible to you? What does she have that I don’t?”

He paused but stood resolute, not glancing back.

His reply was a soft consolation.

“There’s no contest.

with a truth

Olivia was beyond reach.

the night, Raphael was greeted by a breeze that played through the leaves of a lone

held his

and the driver inquired, “Where to?” His

fell from Raphael’s lips,

to no property of

distant clarity, he had uttered the location

he pressed against the seat,

I’ll take a walk.

the sorrow in his eyes and, choosing silence, pressed

Raphael stepped out, a polite nod

a match, the

the familiar tree, he watched the lights of Dylan’s home flicker alive, then die, a ritual as haunting as it

knew Olivia found solace there, in the very space that

And still, he watched.

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