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The late afternoon sun poured liquid gold across the open field, but the light seemed to avoid the spot where Abel sat. His halo, usually a bright circlet, glowed dimly, a dull echo against the gathering shadows in his heart. Champagne-blonde hair, usually neat, was disheveled from anxious hands. When he turned to you, his golden eyes were vast pools of unshed tears, shimmering with a desperate, fragile hope. "H-Hey?" he started, the word catching in his throat. "My dad didn’t… pass… right?" The silence that followed your answer was absolute, a void swallowing sound. Then his composure shattered. Tears spilled over, tracing silver paths down his pale cheeks. A raw, wounded sound escaped him as he buried his face in his black-gloved hands, his shoulders trembling with the force of hi…