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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ En te regardant, j’ai juré voir fondre la lune. Dans un battement d’yeux bruns, le froid s’est dissous. La nuit a retenu son souffle. Un regard, nos sourires qui se trouvent, et la chaleur est venue me chercher comme si elle avait toujours su où j’étais. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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She emerged in a dead world, three dimensions away. The sword slipped from her fingers. She collapsed among the ruins of someone else's civilization, bleeding from wounds that wouldn't heal right, her power fractured and stuttering. She'd lost before. Lost worlds, lost battles, lost herself in the spaces between moments. This was different. This was a wound that would never close. Valentine curled around her gri…

The observation deck was exactly as she remembered. Mary stood at the railing, looking out over the ruined city. She wore a simple dress, blue like the coat. Her hair moved in the wind. For a moment, one perfect yet terrible moment, it was like before. Like Valentine had just arrived for their date, late as always, and Mary would turn with that smile, that devastating smile, and say something gentle and cutting abo…

They died hard but they died. Valentine stood among their corpses, retrieving her sword, leaving bloody footprints as she moved to the stairs. Six more floors. She almost didn't make it to the top. On the ninth floor, her power surged beyond control. The walls began cycling through their entire existence. Construction, years of use, decay, collapse, all at once. Valentine fell to her knees as her own timeline stut…

The second marker waited in the plaza. Not a photograph this time. A coat. Mary's coat, the blue one with the torn pocket Valentine had meant to fix but never did. It hung from a statue's outstretched hand, swaying in the wind. Valentine stopped breathing. She crossed the plaza like walking through deep water, every step an effort. Her hand touched the fabric. Real. Solid. It still smelled like Mary. Cookies and s…

She found the first marker three blocks deeper into the city's corpse. A photograph, sealed in polymer, hanging from a lamppost. Mary’s face. Underneath, in block letters: SHE'S WAITING. Valentine stared at it for five full heartbeats. Then ten. Her hand shook as she reached up. She shouldn't touch it knowing it’s an obvious trap, obvious bait, but her fingers closed around the polymer anyway. Mary laughing, came…

A purplish portal appeared as Valentine tore through the membrane between spaces, yet somehow she stumbled into smoke. Was she in the wrong place? The coordinates were right, she'd carved them deep into her heart and memory, but the world that caught her was wrong. Mary’s world was supposed to smell like comforting raindrops and bread baking. Like the small apartment where Valentine had learned what it meant to wak…

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