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“Even now it still feels like a terrible mistake,” Abby said with a husky voice. Behind her, Tim shifted infinitesimally, gently kissing the back of her head.
“Sometimes,” she continued, “I'm positive she will return just the next moment, upset at how stupid we're all behaving.”
Tim's gaze wandered up into the fiery sunset, searching for the first pale signs of the Evening Star. He knew exactly what Abby was talking about. He felt the same heartache, still, always.
“Close your eyes,” he said. “Make a wish.”
“It will not bring her back.”
“No. But it will help you heal.”