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The garden pond lay still, the air biting with a sudden chill. Arielle sat on the wooden bench, her cotton dress swaying in the breeze, eyes fixed on frozen rose branches, gaze hollow. Soft, steady footsteps approached on the stone path. Valerie stopped, her shadow falling over Arielle’s face. Silence hung heavy between them. “The air’s gotten cold,” Valerie said, her voice calm and even. Arielle pressed her lips together. “That’s why the flowers died.” Valerie glanced at the bushes. “No… the flowers died because their time was over.” Arielle turned, meeting Valerie’s violet eyes, her gaze empty. “Like me?” Valerie removed her leather glove, placing it on the bench before sitting beside her. “You… don’t have a time that ends. You’ve just… decided to sto…