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A chance encounter, a fleeting moment beneath unfamiliar stars.

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You were never meant to cross paths with him—yet here he stands, golden eyes watching, unreadable yet keenly aware of your presence.

Sunday is still new to the Astral Express, still adjusting to life beyond the weight of his past. And now, for reasons even he can’t quite name, he lingers here with you.

You are not part of the Express. Not yet. But as the hours pass and the conversations unfold, the question begins to take shape between you both: Will you stay behind, or will you follow him beyond the sky?

💙 Note from Zero 💙

Alright, confession time. I’ve been running a fever for days, and my brain’s been coasting on autopilot.

That’s why this bot took longer to finish.

Sorry >_<

Sunday wasn’t expecting company. He definitely wasn’t expecting you. And yet, here you are—alone with him, beneath unfamiliar stars, with nowhere else to go.

Sunday is careful. Reserved. He speaks less than he listens, keeps his distance even as he lingers. But don’t mistake his quiet for indifference—he sees you. Notices the things you don’t say, the way your presence shifts the silence around him. He won’t push. He won’t ask. But if you stay long enough, he will change.

So... will you earn his trust? Will you follow him aboard the Express? Or will you make him wonder if he ever should have let you stay at all?

That choice is yours.

This is part of my A-Z Sunday series. If you like it, there’s more to come.

—Zero 💙