[ That explanation startles Vanyel and makes his stomach turn. It made him think of a blonde boy with bright eyes and a smile, with a sweet kiss and a laugh he yearned to hear every day, the music of his soul. A boy who had done terrible things in his grief, who had tore out a part of Vanyel's soul.
But he kept that back, because relaying it now would only not help things.]
I think you would still call him a friend, only... estranged. Lost.
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But he kept that back, because relaying it now would only not help things.]
I think you would still call him a friend, only... estranged. Lost.