Silas packed the last of his sparse belongings. Small trinkets that had been given to him here by various people. Clothing that Lestor had given him. A piece of quartz he had found at a market stall when Lucia had taken him into the town. White quartz, just like Anna's gentle and loving gaze.
Haizz...
He laid the piece in his hand, loving the way the sun made it sparkle. It would be a reminder of something precious that he had possessed for a brief moment in time.
A small, sad smile curled his lips. Perhaps one day he would be brave enough, healed enough, to cast it away and need nothing of memory at all. He would have moved on.
Someday.
Rio, his best friend came up beside him and shouldered him gently.
Looking up, he saw the same sadness in his friend’s eyes, and it shook him out of
