2025-11-17 13:52:23The night had fallen quietly over the ruins of the old city.
I’m starting to think silence is the most deceptive sound. From the outside, the temporary base looked like a forgotten observatory, its broken towers clawing at the heavens, glass ceilings fractured and half-swallowed by vines. The world around it was sleeping, but inside, the faint hum of machinery filled the dark like a pulse refusing to die. Blue light flickered from holographic projectors, tracing enemy routes, spirit readings, and unstable nexuses scattered across the wasteland. The walls breathed with data, and the shadows between them felt alive. I’m starting to think we’re surrounded. Ren sat alone before the main hologram, the light shimmering across his sharp features. His hands were motionless on the console, but his eyes, dark and restless, betrayed the storm beneath the surface. Numbers, signals, coordinates… they blurred into meaningless strings of light. He wasn’t seeing data anymore. He was seeing ghosts. I’m starting to think the past is a prison. The faint creak of a door disturbed the silence, soft, deliberate, familiar. “You’re still awake?” The voice was gentle, carrying warmth that somehow softened the metallic air of the base. Ren turned. Lyra stood at the doorway, silver hair damp from the rain, her uniform jacket hanging loosely from her shoulders. The light from behind framed her in a faint halo, turning her into something almost unreal. I’m starting to think she’s my only light. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his tone half amusement, half exhaustion. “I could ask you the same,” she said, stepping closer. Her boots made almost no sound against the floor. “You’ve been here since dusk, haven’t you?” Ren exhaled a tired breath. “You always keep track of me.” “It’s hard not to,” she murmured, leaning against the table beside him. “You make too much noise when you’re trying to be quiet.” Her gaze drifted to the holographic map. “You’re still running simulations for tomorrow’s mission. Ren, you’ve checked this a dozen times already. What are you really afraid of?” I’m starting to think she sees right through me. Ren’s jaw tightened. “I’m not afraid.” “Then why do your hands shake every time the system shows a casualty prediction?” He froze. Her voice was soft, but her words cut deep. Lyra tilted her head slightly, silver eyes watching him with quiet precision. “You blame yourself for things that aren’t your fault.” He looked away. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me.” The silence that followed was delicate, stretched thin between two people too stubborn to step away. The hum of the machinery became the only sound, faint and rhythmic like a heartbeat neither wanted to acknowledge. I’m starting to think I’m about to break. Finally, Ren spoke, his voice low. “It’s not the mission that scares me. It’s losing someone again.” Lyra’s breath hitched. She didn’t ask who he meant. “Eira,” she whispered. The name lingered like a shadow between them. Ren said nothing, but his expression was enough. I’m starting to think the past is always watching me. “She trusted me,” he said quietly. “And I let her die.” Lyra took a step closer, her voice steady. “You didn’t let her die. You were fighting a war no one could control.” Ren shook his head. “That doesn’t change the fact that I failed.” “It changes everything,” she said softly. “Because you’re still here, still trying to do better. That’s what makes you different from the ones who gave up.” I’m starting to think I’m fighting for redemption. He looked up, and their eyes met. For a heartbeat, everything else vanished, the hum, the flicker of data, the sound of rain beyond the glass. All that remained was the gravity between them. “You shouldn’t put that much faith in me,” he said. Lyra smiled faintly. “I already did. A long time ago.” I’m starting to think she’s the only one who believes in me. Ren’s throat tightened. He could face monsters and armies without flinching, but her honesty disarmed him completely. “You’re not supposed to trust people like me,” he said. “I’m dangerous.” “I know.” Her voice barely rose above a whisper. “That’s why I stay close. Someone has to remind you you’re still human.” I’m starting to think she’s my anchor. For a moment, neither moved. The sound of the base faded into something distant, the world shrinking to the fragile warmth between them. Ren’s gaze fell to her hand, resting on the table, trembling slightly. Without thinking, he reached out and covered it with his own. Lyra didn’t pull away. I’m starting to think I’m not alone. “I don’t need a savior, Ren,” she said quietly. “I just need you to believe in me.” He swallowed hard. “Then I’ll try.” “Promise?” He hesitated. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” “Then make one you can,” she said, her eyes unyielding. Ren’s chest tightened. “I promise I’ll believe in you.” Lyra smiled, and the tension that had hung between them slowly melted, replaced by something softer, something far more dangerous. The holographic light painted them in shades of blue and silver, blurring the lines between duty and something they both feared to name. I’m starting to think I’m falling. Outside, the rain began to fall again, quiet, rhythmic, like the world’s slow heartbeat. Ren didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but for the first time in years, his chest didn’t feel heavy. The ghosts of the past still whispered, but Lyra’s presence made them bearable. I’m starting to think I can finally breathe. Eventually, she pulled her hand free, though the warmth lingered. “Get some sleep,” she said gently. “Tomorrow we move at dawn.” Ren nodded. “You too.” She paused at the door, turning back just before the light swallowed her figure. “You’re not alone, Ren. Stop pretending you are.” And then she was gone. Ren stood there long after her footsteps faded. He turned off the hologram, and darkness swallowed the room. Only the faint shimmer of spirit energy glowed between his fingers, a remnant of the core he once failed to protect. He closed his hand around it and whispered, “I’ll protect you this time… no matter what it costs.” I’m starting to think I have something to fight for. Outside, thunder rolled in the distance. A faint red glow pulsed across the horizon, the first sign of battle stirring beyond the ruins. Somewhere out there, the storm was coming. And for the first time, Ren didn’t dread it. He welcomed it. Because now, he had something worth defending. I’m starting to think the storm is calling my name.
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