where we land
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It’s been thirty-seven days.
She’s counted.
There’s a part of her that wonders if she should be grateful. The world is safe, the monsters are gone, the fans are singing again and the demons are locked away back where they came from. But inside her, the stage is dark and the music doesn’t start in the right tempo, in the correct rhythm, in the right tune.
And she doesn’t know how to mourn someone who gave up everything and asked for nothing in return. She doesn’t even know how to miss someone who was never hers.
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Jinu burned and vanished in her arms, and now he haunts her dreams in soft smiles and lingering stares — and Rumi doesn’t know what’s worse: that he’s gone, or that her heart insists he never really left.
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- Part 1 of where we land
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It’s been thirty-seven days.
She’s counted.
There’s a part of her that wonders if she should be grateful. The world is safe, the monsters are gone, the fans are singing again and the demons are locked away back where they came from. But inside her, the stage is dark and the music doesn’t start in the right tempo, in the correct rhythm, in the right tune.
And she doesn’t know how to mourn someone who gave up everything and asked for nothing in return. She doesn’t even know how to miss someone who was never hers.
Or,
Jinu burned and vanished in her arms, and now he haunts her dreams in soft smiles and lingering stares — and Rumi doesn’t know what’s worse: that he’s gone, or that her heart insists he never really left.
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- Part 2 of where we land
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“You need to go home,” he said suddenly.
Rumi froze mid-sip, nearly choking on the lukewarm coffee.
“What?” she demanded, setting the cup down so quickly it nearly tipped. Alarm prickled through her veins, sharp and immediate. “What for?”
“So I can pick you up for our date.”
For a heartbeat, all she could do was blink at him, her mind scrambling to make sense of the words.
“Pick me— what?”
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There was a time when everything burned and the world only knew how to scream. Now there is a home, a heartbeat, a boy who laughs too brightly, and a girl who still flinches sometimes, but stays.
Healing isn’t magic. Love isn’t instant. But slowly, the echoes fade, and the dreams stop hurting so much.
Companion piece to "act of innocence".
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- Part 3 of where we land