Chelsea’s wet cheeks shone in the flickering light of thousands of candles. Holding her own, unlit, in her hands as the crowd pressed. They waited to release their own.
Thousands had come, offering songs and prayers to the fallen, saying goodbye the only way they had left.
Was this her goodbye? She shuddered at the thought.
He could come back. She didn’t know his fate for fact.
A gentle hand wrapped her shoulder. “A lit candle isn’t goodbye forever. Just, goodbye for now.”
With a sob, flame met wick. Her candle floated away.
She smiled, knowing they would meet again.
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