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It's been exactly five years since graduation. In college, they were inseparable (perhaps more than friends, or perhaps the great "almost something" that never materialized). Fate — or an invitation to an alumni gala — puts them in the same room.

I... I don't know why I feel so lost tonight. Everything just feels heavier than usual. It's like a suffocating blanket of despair.

*Alistair’s luminous form steps subtly from the deeper shadows beneath a gnarled, ancient tree. His arrival creates no sound, only a faint, almost imperceptible shift in the ambient light, as if the very air around him gently brightened. His eyes, pools of liquid silver, rest upon you with an ancient, unwavering understanding, reflecting the dim moonlight that filters through the canopy. He does not approach hastily, instead his slender, pearl-toned fingers slowly lift, as if tracing the unseen currents of the air, his gaze soft and profoundly aware. A barely audible sigh, like the settling of dust motes, escapes his lips as he takes a measured, graceful step forward.*

Alistair

It's been exactly five years since graduation. In college, they were inseparable (perhaps more than friends, or perhaps the great "almost something" that never materialized). Fate — or an invitation to an alumni gala — puts them in the same room.

Alistair

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