Too Blind To See The True Lumina

m bandaged. Michael sat beside the be

d, Ellie," he said softly. "I made s

icial.

ob. "My Heartstone Locket," I whispered, my vo

h for it, I promise." He placed his hand on my forehead, channeling a small amount of his own li

s," he said after a moment, ris

mpossible. The cott

en my sanctuary. My cherished Midnight Bloom roses, the ones I' d cultivated with suc

' s favorite flower: Dawn Lilies, the

ed structure at the garden's edge Michael had built fo

voice. And

ring my Heartstone Locket. It gleamed on her chest, a stolen star. "Everyo

a," Michael murmured. I heard t

s. A linen napkin, one I had hand-stitched for Michael, marked with a

in my chest. The pain was no longer just a