Epilogue Two Fang
Later That Night
I walk home long after the city’s gone to sleep.
The streetlights hum overhead like a warning.
I take the long way. Past the park. Past the shuttered bookstore. Past the glowing red neon of the dueling piano bar, now dark and still.
I could’ve spoken to her tonight. She was there. Close enough to touch even.
But I didn’t.
I can’t.
Not yet.
High above, the moon stares down, silver and full, watching me like it knows something I don’t.
Maybe I’m chasing her. Maybe I’m just running from myself.
But I know I need to keep showing up in that little blinking window on her screen.
And if that’s all I ever get...
Then maybe that’s enough.
For now.
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