This is kind of night that didn't just pass by unnoticed, the kind that lingered.
The kind that made you pause, even if just for a second, and think about things you didn't usually allow yourself to think about.
Lost love. Missed chances.
The quiet, haunting weight of what could have been.
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The sky stretched endlessly above, deep blue melting into black, dotted with golden stars that shimmered like they were alive—watching, waiting.
They twinkled lazily, indifferent to the lives below. To lovers, to the broken, to those caught somewhere in between with a cold, ancient indifference.
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On the open rooftop of a private mansion stood a man who looked like he belonged to a different world entirely.
Tall, Commanding.
Too composed for the chaos that usually followed people like him.
Sebastian Monday.
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