>>Enya
The snow had started to pick up again, light flakes dancing in the glow of the street lanterns. We wandered slowly, no particular destination in mind, just weaving through the quiet streets like the world had softened enough to give us space.
Ahin's gloved hand was still wrapped around mine. I could feel his warmth through the layers, grounding me in this moment.
We stopped near a frozen fountain, its water stilled in mid-cascade like a sculpture caught in motion. I leaned against the stone railing, letting my eyes drift upward to the darkening sky.
"You know," I said quietly, "in our past life… we were going to run away."
Ahin stilled beside me. "I remember."
"You said you'd stay with me. Even when you knew it was dangerous."
His gaze shifted to mine, steady, unwavering. "Of course I did. You were always the only place I wanted to be."
I smiled, though there was a thread of sorrow woven through it. "I remember how staying… meant you died."
