silver twilight oo3/slow realizationMature

Her fingertips stretched out for him, aching with the distance.  His words swam in her mind, glimmering like a prophecy; she clung to the sound of his voice.  The compass around her neck caught the sunlight as she stood on the tracks.

And so, she waited for the silver twilight.The bitter dawning of realization was mercilessly slow.

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