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“The Dagger in the Heart You seem so calm, the sea before a storm, still in the hush before the waves arise. But then—a memory drifts through your mind, a fleeting touch of kindness long ago, the quiet smile of someone in a café, her laughter caught in sunlight, soft and bright. A yellow tulip, trembling in your hands, tucked in her hair, as golden as the dawn. An old slip of paper, edges curling thin, her number scrawled in ink now blurred with time— and all at once, the stillness breaks apart. Some words remain, though years have worn their sound, like daggers lodged too deep within the heart. They never twist, they never pull away, but linger there, a whisper in the dark, a wound unclosed, a shadow breathing near. No matter where you turn, they echo back, the syllables that cut and left their scar, a voice that lingers long after it's gone.”

“When Someone Leaves They do not take your breath or still your heart, but piece by piece, you crumble into dust. The scent they wore no longer haunts the air, and something in you wilts, a quiet death. You watch the space where once they used to stand, the ghost of motion lingers in the dark. The rustle of their clothes is lost to time, a whisper swallowed whole by memory. You call for them in dreams, in restless nights, but only echoes answer in the void. And bit by bit, the world is drained of light— until there’s nothing left but hollow space, a silence vast enough to swallow stars. I wonder if that’s how it truly feels, to miss someone so bad it cuts like steel, a dagger twisting deep inside the gut, each thought of them a wound that will not heal.”

“We match each other stroke for stroke until I get a hit on her right arm. She tries to switch sword arms, but I jab my scim at her wrist faster than she can parry. Her scim goes flying, and I tackle her. Her white-blonde hair tumbles free of her bun. “Surrender!” I pin her down at the wrists, but she trashes and rips one arm free, scrabbling for a dagger at her waist. Steel stabs at my ribs, and seconds later, I am on my back with a blade at my throat. “Ha!” She leans down, her hair falling around us like a shimmering silver curtain.”

“I should be asleep. So should you.' 'The sun will be up sooner than we realise, but you're not going to sleep anytime soon. You're as tense as a bowstring.' 'Well, sleeping on the hard, cold ground of the Blood Forest, waiting for a Craven to attempt to rip my throat out, or a barrat to eat my face isn't exactly soothing.' 'A Craven will not get to you. Neither will a barrat.' 'I know. I have my dagger under my bag.' 'Of course, you do.”