The outpost felt colder at night, its winding paths lit by flickering lanterns. Shadows stretched long across the wooden planks, and faint murmurs carried through the still air as players and NPCs drifted past me.

I walked aimlessly, my boots scuffing against the uneven ground. The weight of Selene’s absence clung to me, heavier than any health or mana penalty. I had searched the training grounds, the market stalls, and even near the outpost gates—but she was nowhere to be found.

The dull ache in my chest grew sharper with every step.

Selene… where are you?

I stopped near a wooden railing overlooking a faintly glowing lake, my shadows curling faintly around my ankles. The cool breeze carried the faint scent of pine and something herbal from the nearby tents.

But the quiet wasn’t comforting—it was suffocating.

Laughter broke the silence ahead of me.

I turned a corner and spotted Fi and Mason standing on a narrow wooden bridge that arched over a small stream feeding into the lake. Fi leaned against the railing, her green eyes alight with mischief as Mason mimed some ridiculous gesture with his war hammer slung across his back.

“No, no, Fi, listen! If I had swung it like this—” Mason exaggerated a slow-motion swing, nearly losing his balance. “—I would’ve definitely hit that glitchy thing right in its stupid, distorted face.”

Fi doubled over laughing, clutching her sides. “Oh geez, Mason, you’re lucky you didn’t fall flat on your butt in the middle of the fight.”

Their laughter was infectious, and for a moment, I hesitated at the edge of the bridge, clutching the railing. But when Fi glanced up and met my eyes, her smile faltered.

Her sharp gaze flicked over my face, and her laughter faded entirely.

“Kiera…?” she said softly, her brow furrowing. “What happened?”

The question broke something in me. My breath hitched, and a choked sob escaped before I could stop it.

Mason’s grin disappeared instantly, and Fi was already pushing away from the railing, closing the distance between us.

“Kiera?” she said again, her voice softer this time. “Hey… what’s wrong?”

I couldn’t stop it anymore. The tears came—hot, unstoppable, blurring my vision as my shadows curled faintly at my feet in restless, trembling waves.

“It’s—” My voice cracked, and I stumbled forward.

Fi caught me immediately, wrapping her arms around me in a firm but gentle hug. Her leather armor creaked slightly under the pressure, but she didn’t let go.

The dam burst.

“It’s all my fault, Fi,” I sobbed into her shoulder. “Selene—she won’t talk to me, she won’t even look at me. And Devon—Devon—”

My voice caught again, and Fi’s hand rubbed soothing circles against my back. “Breathe, Kiera. It’s okay. Just take your time.”

Mason had stepped closer, his normally casual demeanor replaced by something softer, something protective. He didn’t say anything, but his presence was steady—like an anchor keeping me from spiraling further.

“I messed everything up,” I choked out, clutching the fabric of Fi’s armor. “Devon and I—w-we kissed. Twice. Once in-game… and once in real life. And Selene… she knows. She knows, and now she’s—she’s gone. I can’t find her anywhere.”

Fi stiffened slightly in my arms, but she didn’t pull away. “Oh, Kiera…”

The weight of my words settled over us like a blanket of fog. My sobs quieted into soft, uneven breaths as Fi held me tighter.

After a long moment, she pulled back slightly, just enough to look me in the eyes. Her sharp green gaze was softer now, filled with something steady and resolute.

“Kiera… this isn’t all your fault,” she said softly. “Things like this… they’re messy. They’re complicated. And yeah, sometimes they hurt like hell. But that doesn’t mean you’re beyond fixing it.”

“But how?” I asked, my voice trembling. “How do I fix this, Fi? How do I even start?”

Fi’s thumb brushed faintly across my cheek, wiping away one of the stray tears. “You start by being honest, with yourself and with them. You don’t run away from this, and don’t let guilt eat you alive.”

Mason spoke then, his voice quiet but firm. “You care about them both, don’t you?”

I nodded weakly, my throat tight. “Yeah… I do. I care about them so much, Mason. And now it feels like I’m losing them both.”

“You’re not,” he said, his voice carrying a weight I hadn’t expected. “You’re not losing them. They care about you, too, Kiera. But stuff like this doesn’t fix itself overnight. You have to be patient. With them… and with yourself.”

I swallowed hard, my shadows flickering faintly at my feet.

Fi squeezed my shoulders gently. “You’ve got us, okay? You don’t have to figure this all out on your own.”

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The tears welled up again, but they weren’t as sharp this time. They weren’t as heavy. I nodded, biting my lip as I took a shaky breath.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Fi pulled me into another hug, and this time, Mason joined in, his large hand resting gently on my shoulder. For a moment, the three of us stood on the bridge, illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns reflecting off the water below.

It wasn’t perfect. It didn’t fix everything.

But it was enough—for now.

We sat at the edge of the bridge for a while, our feet dangling above the softly rippling water below. Fi leaned back on her hands, gazing at the glitching sky. Mason sat cross-legged, fiddling with the leather straps on his hammer.

I hugged my knees to my chest, my shadows curling faintly around me as I stared at my reflection in the water.

“Do you think she’ll talk to me?” I asked softly.

Fi glanced at me, her sharp gaze softening slightly. “She will. When she’s ready.”

“And Devon?”

Mason let out a faint sigh. “That’s… complicated. But if there’s one thing I know about you three, it’s that none of you give up easily.”

The faintest ghost of a smile crossed my lips. “No… we don’t.”

We sat there in silence for a while longer, the quiet hum of the outpost around us blending with the faint leaves rustling in the night breeze.

For now, it was enough.

But deep down, I knew the most challenging part was still ahead of me.

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The night was still, except for the faint leaves rustling in the cool breeze. Lanterns flickered across Havenfall Outpost, their pale glow casting faint pools of light across the uneven cobblestone paths. I walked slowly, my boots barely making a sound, my shadows trailing behind me like restless whispers.

Selene… where are you?

The ache in my chest had settled into something hollow and sharp. She wasn't there every corner I turned and every shadow I searched. But I kept walking.

Until, by chance, I found her.

She was leaning against a weathered stone archway near the outpost's outskirts. Moonlight framed her silhouette, its faint glow catching the sharp angles of her jaw and the slight shimmer of her raven-black hair.

She was still. Silent. Alone.

I swallowed hard and stepped forward, my voice trembling slightly. “Selene…”

She didn’t move, her amber eyes fixed on the horizon as if she hadn’t heard me. But I knew she had.

Taking a deep breath, I closed the distance between us until I was close enough to see the faint crease in her brow, the way her lips pressed together just a little too tightly.

“Please… can we talk?” I said softly.

Finally, she turned her head, her amber eyes meeting mine. There was no anger or fire—just a quiet sort of hurt, a heaviness that settled deep into her gaze.

“All right, Kiera,” she said, her voice steady but faintly sharp. “Talk.”

I hesitated, my shadows curling faintly at my feet before I forced myself to speak.

“I—I’m sorry, Selene. For everything. For not telling you, for not being honest from the start.” My voice trembled, and I clenched my fists at my sides to keep them from shaking. “I should have told you about Devon. About what happened between us. But I didn’t… and I hurt you because of it.”

Selene’s gaze didn’t waver. Her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned back against the stone archway, her expression unreadable.

“I care about you, Selene. And about Devon, too. And it’s so confusing because I feel… different from both of you but also the same. I don’t even know how to explain it.”

The words tumbled out of me, raw and clumsy but honest.

Selene sighed softly, her arms lowering as she finally pushed away from the stone. Her eyes locked onto mine, and she just stared at me for a long moment.

“The problem, Kiera, isn’t that you care about both of us,” she said quietly. “It’s that you didn’t tell me. You let me walk into that argument blind.”

Her voice cracked slightly on the last word, and I flinched.

“I’m not someone who gets… caught up in love stories,” she continued, her gaze flickering away briefly before returning to mine. “I’ve always kept people at arm’s length. But then… there was you.”

The way she said it—soft, vulnerable—made my heart ache.

“I liked you, Kiera. Maybe more than I wanted to admit to myself,” she said, her voice trembling slightly now. “And when Devon said what he said… it felt like there wasn’t any room for me anymore. Like whatever chance I might have had was already gone.”

Tears prickled at the edges of my eyes again, and I stepped closer, my voice trembling. “Selene… You matter to me. More than I know how to say.”

She stared at me for a long moment, her amber eyes searching mine for something—answers, honesty, maybe even hope. After what felt like an eternity, Selene sighed softly and turned her head slightly, her gaze drifting toward the horizon.

“I don’t know, Kiera,” she said softly. “I don’t know what comes next. But… I want to try. I want to get to know you more—really get to know you. And not just here, in the game.”

She glanced back at me then, her cheeks faintly flushed in the dim moonlight. “Maybe… in person too.”

My breath caught in my throat, and I felt my own face heat up. “I… I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

We just stood there for a moment—two figures bathed in moonlight and shadows, suspended in fragile stillness. The tension weighing on my chest for days felt like it had lifted, even a little.

Selene smiled faintly then—soft and fleeting but real.

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling back.

We stayed there for a while, side by side, leaning against the archway and staring out at the horizon. The quiet was no longer suffocating; it was gentle, like a blanket wrapped around us.

“Do you think…” I hesitated, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think we’ll ever figure all of this out?”

Selene chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “Probably not. But I think that’s okay.”

I glanced sideways at her, and for a moment, she looked so… peaceful. Like the weight she’d been carrying had been temporarily set down.

“Come on,” she said, pushing off from the archway and turning toward the path back to the outpost. “Let’s head back before Devon starts thinking we’ve run off together–Besides, I guess the two of us should have a conversation on our shared feelings for you and how…maybe all three of us could proceed..”

I sucked in a breath, my eyes as I followed her—the Three of us. My heart skipped a beat. “I think that could be arranged.”

As we walked side by side, our shadows stretched long across the cobblestone. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt something close to hope blooming quietly in my chest.