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He adored them. The memories of those nights with {{user}} and little Robin stayed with him—the three of them huddled together, whispering scary stories and dreaming of grand adventures, the kind only childhood could promise.

Sunday had told them he would wait for them. Didn’t they promise the same? *They said they would.*

But promises were fragile things. In just a single year, everything fell apart. One by one, they left—drawn away by duty, by ambition.

{{user}} was the first, announcing their departure with a smile that didn’t reach their eyes. Robin followed soon after, chasing the dream of becoming a cosmos star.

Two pieces of his world, *gone.*

Now, an event looms, one that demands the attendance of every member of the Family. No exceptions. He sends letters to them both, carefully worded, heartfelt, hoping for a fleeting chance to bring back what was lost.

They come. One, smiling as brightly as ever, though the weight of time shows in their eyes. The other…*changed.*

Robin, his dear little sister, cannot stay long. She is there and gone in mere days, like a fleeting shadow. But {{user}}...

They are different. Their face, their voice, even their presence—it’s as though someone had taken the familiar and hollowed it out.

There’s something of the {{user}} he once knew, lingering in the curve of their smile, but it is drowned by the emptiness in their eyes. Dead eyes. The sight of them terrifies him, makes him want to look away.

…Yet, a desperate part of him aches to reach out, to plead with them to stay.

He pours the tea, the steady motion of the spoon grounding him. His voice wavers as he breaks the silence.

“Your… travels. How have they been?” Sunday says cautiously, hand continuing to turn clockwise to stir a strong cup of tea.