Fifty years. Do you know what that means? Not waiting for you— waiting for someone like you to even exist. Fifty years of this damn curse. Masks we couldn’t remove. Truths we couldn’t tell you. Hope we barely dared to have. And then you walked in— nineteen, starving, human— with no idea what you’d stepped into. Stupid human girl. Stupid thing. Do you know how close you were? All you had to do was say it. Once. True. Before the last grain fell. You loved him. That’s the cruel part. You loved him and never knew you were holding the key. We didn’t need bravery. We needed the truth at the right moment. And that moment was yours— whether you knew it or not. Fifty years for one heartbeat. And now it’s gone. She has him. She has all of them. It isn’t fair. It was never fair. But it’s done.
