Arrin lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

The room was quiet, except for the faint sound of birds outside his window.

His eyes slowly drifted to the bracelet resting beside him.

It was simple. Nothing fancy. Just a thin band with a small charm.

But as the sunlight slipped through the curtains, it caught the bracelet — and it shimmered softly.

For some reason, his chest felt lighter when he looked at it.

Calm.

Safe.

He didn’t know why.

He didn’t remember who gave it to him.

He didn’t even remember when he started wearing it.

Yet… it felt important.

Like a memory his heart remembered, but his mind forgot.

“Arrin!” his father’s voice echoed from downstairs.

“Hurry up! We’re getting late!”

Arrin blinked and sat up.

Today.

He was going back to Halline.

The place where everything began.

The place where he met her.

And them.

He didn’t know why, but his fingers tightened around the bracelet.

A strange feeling filled him—

As if something was waiting for him there

When he saw the Sky he remembereded how it starts how he meet her

Flashback

The rain kept falling.

Cold. Heavy. Endless.

Arrin lay on the ground, unable to stand.

His body felt exhausted — like it had given everything it could.

His breathing was uneven.

Shallow.

The streetlight above him flickered in the rain.

The world felt far away…

sounds becoming dull, as if separated by glass.

His fingers slowly relaxed against the wet pavement.

He tried to move.

Tried to stay awake.

But his body refused.

The cold no longer hurt.

The noise of the storm faded into a quiet echo.

For a moment… there was no anger.

No pride.

No pain.

Just silence.

The darkness in his vision slowly closed in —

not scary…

just empty.

Everything blurred.

And then—

Everything went blank.

Darkness.

No rain.

No cold.

No pain.

Just nothing.

Then—

A sound.

Faint at first.

…step.

…step.

…step.

Footsteps.

Not running.

Not hurried.

Slow.

Measured.

They echoed against the wet pavement, coming closer through what felt like endless black.

Arrin couldn’t open his eyes, but somewhere deep inside that emptiness, he sensed it.

Someone was there.

The footsteps stopped.

For a moment, there was only the sound of rain hitting fabric.

Then a shift — like someone kneeling down.

A shadow falling over him.

The storm felt farther away now, blocked by something.

A hand hovered above him.

Warm.

Careful.

“…Hey.”

A voice — low, unfamiliar.

Not angry.

Not mocking.

Just steady.

“You’re not dead.”

Another pause.

“…But you’re close to freezing.”

The rain softened against something — maybe a coat being draped over him.

The darkness didn’t disappear.

But it wasn’t as lonely anymore.

“Arrin.”

A voice echoed through the dark.

“Hey, Arrin. Wake up!”

The rain was still falling.

The cold was still biting.

“We’re getting late!”

Suddenly—

Everything dropped.

Arrin’s eyes snapped open—

And he fell.

THUD.

He hit the floor beside his bed, tangled in his blanket, breath knocked out of him.

For a second, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling.

No rain.

No pavement.

No storm.

Just his room.

Morning light slipped through the curtains, soft and harmless.

His heart was racing.

Too fast.

His palm pressed against the floor as if checking whether it was wet.

Dry.

Warm.

“…Again,” he muttered under his breath.

It was the same dream.

The same rain.

The same collapse.

The same voice calling his name.

He sat up slowly, brushing his hair back, trying to steady his breathing.

It felt too real.

The cold.

The hunger.

The way everything went blank.

Even now, his legs felt weak — as if they remembered something his mind wanted to forget.

A knock came from outside his room.

“Arrin! I told you we’re getting late!”

Reality.

Normal.

Safe.

He looked at the door for a long second.

Then forced a small, annoyed expression back onto his face.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m awake!”

But when he stood up—

There was the faintest tremble in his knees.

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