Cyran felt her scream deep in his bones.
That was two days ago. He heard it when he was outside with Lou, teaching him how to wield a weapon, the way his brother taught him ages ago, back when they still tolerated each other's presence and always stuck together regardless of the circumstances. He looked up sharply. It was her voice, he was certain of it. His heart's pace quickened and sweat beaded on his forehead. He couldn't believe his ears. For a moment, he doubted everything. The Moon, the universe, his existence. But he never doubted what he heard for a second.
Even now, it is as if Mia's voice is still ringing in his ears. They were no longer connected like they used to, but it was her alright.
She isn't dead.
