Theme song:"Lost stars by Adam Levine"
"It's not about moving on. It's about moving forward."
— Mira
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The days blurred together after that night on the beach.
It felt like time had stopped, and I was stuck in a place between yesterday and tomorrow—grief dragging me back into the past, while life tried to pull me forward into a future that didn't seem real without Elian.
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I didn't know how to keep going.
There were days when I could barely drag myself out of bed, let alone face the world.
The emptiness was a constant companion, reminding me of all the things I had lost, of all the moments we would never share.
But then there were small moments, moments that felt like the world was still alive.
Moments when I would see something—a flower blooming, the way the sun hit the trees just right—and I would remember how Elian had loved those little things.
He had always told me that life wasn't about the big moments; it was about the small, beautiful ones. The ones that we often missed, but that made life worth living.
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One morning, as I stood by the window, I noticed the sky was starting to change.
The clouds were parting, and a sliver of sunlight peeked through, casting a soft, golden glow over the city.
For a moment, I thought I saw him.
Not in the literal sense—of course not.
But in the light, in the warmth, in the quiet peace that had settled in my heart despite the chaos.
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I took a deep breath and made my decision.
I wasn't going to let grief define me forever.
I wasn't going to let Elian's memory fade into the background of my life.
He deserved more than that. He deserved for me to live, to find joy, even if it wasn't in the way I had imagined.
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I stood up, my hands trembling, and walked out of the apartment.
I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I needed to move.
I had to feel alive again, even if it was just for a moment.
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The city felt different now.
There was a kind of hush in the air, like everyone knew the weight of the world was on their shoulders.
But I was no longer afraid to face it.
The fear, the sadness—they didn't control me anymore.
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As I walked, I found myself returning to the places Elian and I had loved.
The little café we used to visit, the park where we spent hours talking about everything and nothing at all.
And as I stood there, taking it all in, I realized that life hadn't ended when Elian had died.
It had just changed.
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I wasn't sure how I could live with this loss, or how long it would take for the pain to ease, but I knew one thing for sure.
I wasn't alone.
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Somewhere, somehow, Elian was still with me.
And that was enough for today.