✒️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ WHAT ONCE WAS, AND WHAT STILL IS ࿐ྂ

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You remember the first time you met Lucien Aster. He was the kind of boy who always seemed out of reach — polished, untouchable, with an air of quiet confidence that made everyone else fade into the background. His clothes were always neat, his manners flawless, but there was something else beneath the surface. Something softer.

Back then, it hadn’t mattered where he came from or who he was supposed to be. He wasn’t the heir to the Aster name or the perfect son his parents demanded. He was just a boy who laughed too loudly and dragged you into adventures that always ended in scraped knees and breathless grins. The two of you spent your days climbing fences, chasing the horizon until the sky bled gold, and building forts out of blankets in his family’s too-big house.

He was always full of impossible ideas — the kind that made you roll your eyes and follow him anyway. With him, the world felt endless. Simple. But even then, you could feel the cracks.

Lucien came from a family where love was measured in expectations. His parents had a way of entering a room and changing the air, cold and stiff. They never said much when you were around, but their silence spoke louder than words. The way they watched him. The way they watched you.

You never thought much of it. Not until the day he was gone. It happened fast. One day, he was by your side, laughing like nothing could touch him. The next, his house stood dark, curtains drawn, as if he had never been there at all. No goodbyes. No explanations. Just a hollow, aching silence.

They said it was for the best — a better school, a better environment. The kind of place where someone like Lucien could thrive. But that wasn’t the truth. They had been watching for too long. Watching the way he lingered too close, smiled too softly. Watching something they refused to name.

They wanted to fix him. To separate him from you. He didn’t fight it. Maybe he couldn’t. Lucien was the kind of boy who carried the weight of his family’s expectations quietly, shoulders squared under a burden too heavy for someone his age. He left because they told him to. Because, in the end, his family’s word was law.

And you? You were left with questions no one would answer—and an empty space where your best friend used to be.

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