Quiet Return
Author: Omoaruna
last update2025-07-16 06:30:27

Ash emerged from the low horizon just before noon.

Sophia was the first to spot her.

She stood up quickly, her hand hovering near her belt, but then she paused.

No threat here.

Just presence.

Ash approached without any hurry.

No weapon. No pack.

Just a calm stillness.

Then Damien rose.

His shoulders stiffened, but not out of fear.

It was because she looked different.

Not older.

Not weaker.

Just… unburdened.

Like she’d set down a heavy load and left it behind.

Sophia stepped toward her.

She didn’t say a word.

Just touched Ash’s hand briefly.

Ash met her gaze.

Then whispered:

“I didn’t bring anything back.”

Sophia nodded.

“That’s alright.”

They settled back down together.

No mission to focus on now.

No orders to follow.

Just the moment after.

They shared a drink of water.

Watched the empty world around them.

Waiting for silence to shift into something else.

But it didn’t.

So, Damien broke the stillness.

“I had a dream last night.”

Ash turned to him.

“We don’t dream here.”

“Exactly. But
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