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The hum of the city was as comforting as it was invigorating.
But tonight, as the smell of greasy fast food from a nearby food stand wafted towards me, and the street lights bathed the pavement in a soft yellow glow, I couldn’t help but feel adrift.
Wolf whistles broke my reverie.
A group of rowdy football fans, faces painted in their team’s colors, staggered past, throwing flirtatious comments in my direction.
But their attention didn’t bother me.
After facing the unknowns of Ikmal and its alien threats, human males seemed inconsequential.
Their catcalls felt like mere whispers in the wind, and I ignored them with ease.
I continued my journey, the streets gradually emptying, the noise fading until I reached that fateful alleyway.
A pang of recognition shot through me, making my heart race.
Here, in this unassuming path, my life had changed forever.
The memories flooded back — stepping into the shadows, the blinding light, and then finding myself in a completely different world.
Every fiber of my being yearned to relive that moment, to go back, to find Ceara.
His face, so clear in my mind, made my heart ache with longing.
Without realizing it, my feet began to gravitate towards the alley.
I could feel the rough texture of the brick walls, slightly damp from the earlier rain, under my fingertips as I ventured deeper.
Each step was drawn out, as if I was trudging through quicksand.
The alluring aroma of another world seemed to emanate from the alley’s depths, beckoning me closer.
I could hear my own shallow breathing, the weight of my emotions making each breath laborious.
I closed my eyes, imagining Ceara’s voice, the deep timbre that had once been my solace.
I found myself almost wishing for another abduction, just to see him again.
But then, like a glass shattering, reality snapped me out of my daze.
A stray cat darted past me, its mewl echoing in the confined space.
The noise was sharp.
It acted like a tether, pulling me back to the present.
Shaking my head, I stepped out of the alleyway, chastising myself for being so foolish.
The soft drizzle began to fall, droplets landing on my face and mingling with the tears I hadn’t realized I’d shed.
The coolness of the rain was comforting, a gentle reminder of my surroundings.
I continued my journey home, the pull of the past still heavy on my heart.
Each step was a conscious effort to remain rooted in the present, to not let the memories of Ceara and Ikmal consume me.
The soft patter of rain on the pavement accompanied my footsteps, a gentle lullaby to soothe my troubled soul.
