One became two, three, until five days have passed and no Amaris in Ciara's sight.
"Amaris, I hate you so much."
Palming her face, she bent her head down her desk ". . . it's because I'm missing you already. So come home quickly, hmm?"
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The Light Who Hid
Short Storyshort wherein one has a little life while the other seemed to lost their light.
