Chapter 70 - 69: Her Wish

Silverstein pulled away and gazed at her, the sight stirring memories deep within him. She had cut her hair short, and for a fleeting moment, it took him back to one of her visions—her dreams were always more than mere dreams. They were visions of truth, reflections of reality. "You... cut your hair…" Silverstein muttered, his voice a soft echo of disbelief. He too was garbed in the attire he had perished and been laid to rest in, a ghost bound to his past.